To Generation Unborn…
I’m sorry that your little eyes may hold so much pain and atrocities,that your feeble body may never be held for as long as you deserve.
I’m sorry that you’ll be emotionally distressed and mentally vulnerable at such a tender age.
I’m sorry that society has taken much more than it will ever be able to give.
I’m sorry that lies and deception,corruption and hatred, has overpowered goodness and happiness,love and loyalty.
I’m sorry that you’ll have to carry a burden of whose genesis you know not.
I’m sorry that our economy has drastically failed and so much expectation has been invested in you even before you were formed.
I’m sorry that again you might have to pass this on to the next generation…and they after them.
To our fallen heroes;
I’m sorry that after much said and done, your courage and struggle has been seen as ‘out of place.’
I’m sorry that your grave has been spat upon by societal ingrates.
Im sorry that the evil you died fighting, still hovers.
I’m sorry that society has failed to appreciate your deeds and stand by it.
I’m sorry that humanity has failed to share your lenses.
I’m sorry that races have stuck to racism and tradition prevails over a conscience.
I’m sorry that the courtroom is just another casino centre and justice is deprived as one plucks off a flower’s petal.
I’m sorry that whispers of fear and the smell of death still lingers.
I’m sorry that this room has been abandoned by freedom fighters and societal mediocrities now take their place.
I’m sorry that you may have to be reborn and the cycle continues…
To Our Women;
The soil on which our green emanates
The ones who without,humanity is doomed
Courage carved, perseverance personified
The powerful yet delicate.
I’m sorry that you’ve had to endure to survive
Im sorry that it took so long for freedom to puncture this pain-filled silence,
I’m sorry that your battles were fought alone and your sobs muffled up,
I’m sorry that society has forced you to stoop so low
I’m sorry that regardless of your struggle, deception and pain is all you get
I’m sorry that for so long you’ve spoken,but like the buzzing of a bee,your voice was ignored.
I’m sorry that often times you’ve been given ejaculation instead of education.
I’m sorry that once again tradition has won this cause
Oh I’m sorry that you were bruised, battered and tossed aside.
Im sorry that no regard has been given to you
Im sorry that your dreams,goals,aspirations and expectations were ripped off even before you were birthed.
I’m sorry that ‘how do you do?’ sends a totally inappropriate message
I’m sorry that you’ve not been allowed to blossom,spread your petals and reach your desired heights
I’m sorry that you were made a mother while you were still a daughter
Im sorry that you give your all and get nothing back in return…
To All Men…
I’m sorry that you’ve been made to carry so much your back aches
I’m sorry that you were deprived of a blissful childhood,”Don’t you know you’re a man?” the magic line
I’m sorry that you were taught to bottle up your feelings as they were seen as weaknesses
I’m sorry that you were made to suffer silently, no one to lend a listening ear
I’m sorry that so much is expected of you, you hardly think of yourself
I’m sorry that society has made this ‘fractional distillation’ of truth and lies impossible
I’m sorry that you were told you had to be that bridge that extends to magical places while you weren’t handed a map.
I’m not sorry
I’m not sorry for any of these,
I’m not sorry because yes,it all began with someone, but it can end now
I’m not sorry because we can put an end to all this!
I’m not sorry because there’s hope for us
I’m not sorry because this change we seek can occur.
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