Our fathers sensed we were rebels
And so they tried, with good reasons, to tame us,
Teaching us to be confident but conformist,
Teaching us to think but not be disruptive.
Our spirits could not remain what we were not.
Eventually, every unfairness, every non-freedom
Will be questioned by us until we get a world
That is close enough to fair and free.
Our mothers sensed we were rebels
And so they prayed, with good intentions, for us,
Asking God to quieten us but not dumb us down,
Asking God to make us conventional but outstanding.
Our spirits could not not remain what we were not.
Eventually, every dogma, every half-truth and untruth
Will be questioned by us until we get answers
That are close enough to rational and true.
The generations before us sense that we are rebels
And so they smirk, with justified perceptions, at us,
Labelling us “millennials” and “lazy youths”,
Labelling us “stubborn” and “undisciplined”.
Maybe we are: our spirits will not remain what we are not
And, eventually, we will either pay a fatal price or reap
An ecstatic adversity-hewn reward for craving
A fairer, more rational, more sustainable world.
(Originally written on the 24th of October 2020, inspired by the #EndSARS protests that took place in Nigeria then.)
This is a work of fiction.
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