CLUELESS...


We stand together, striving to achieve one goal called survival. Suddenly we realize we move just in the opposite direction of our acclaimed missions. The creator's creation chooses the mundane over  the valid statements proved in  parchments written by men unknown.

What did we  pledge to believe?
Who orchestrated the standard of belief and made strong the assumptions of men.
Who could have borne the responsibility of the  questions that surround  the imperfections we see or the absurdity that has swallowed the said reality of mortals.

Its all patterned in a wave of unknown mysteries. The dry mass of hardened human matter which seemed to be the only source of connection to many questions unanswered lies buried deep on a surface sparsely scattered with dirt.

We plead with a community of the down trodden, seeking freedom from abused human behavior, legacies,  tradition and ways which proved to be non adaptive.

Who would plead our case and fight the course of men who had scars engraved deep in their hearts, carrying their badge of honor in a hopeless pursuit.  Men who had lived for the hope of the told glory they looked unto.

We rest on the fortitude of amazing comfort provided by nature to aid the failing hearts and weeping minds. Rest in peace my warriors and may the labor of our heroes never be in vain.

Finally all you are left with is to listen to your guts and solve the riddles that keep you awake at night.
You are a generation of strength and courage, waging war on life's struggles and remaining a champion.



Article born out of a mixture of pain and triumphs.
Photo credit: images on google.

Comments

@Ogechukwu Adaora deep enough for you to understand right?
Anonymous said…
Deep, more like a poem for fallen hero's. I like this.
some times i go tru my articles and all i an say is........I'm a bundle of talent. I wont fail my generation.

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