Pipe Dream | Okafor Ralph E.

Our thoughts are long long thoughts. 

Our dreams are dreams that can not die.

Not even the menace of the years

can make us forget our boys dreams.

The dreams of the day that were, 

we besieged and beget.

Hope enshrined in a savage song vilely composed.

That impacts a prophesy so wild and vain.

I remember the gleam and gloom on the school boys faces

Sing along such flattering and deceitful song

Afoot and light heartedly marching to muffled drum beats.

That tone which is mournful now and soar.

The lines of that wayword song throbs in my memory still.

Words from that fatal song come over me like a chill.

Indeed, we are the leaders of tomorrow.

The burden of that old song mumurs and whispers.

And with joy that ache my heart to wander back

To find the old school boys still basking

 in this strange old delicious burden.

Poet's bio:

Okafor Ralph E. was born in Lagos. He has a great taste for the country side. Growing up he had a passion to become a writer fascinated by Professor Wole Soyinka, Chinua Achebe and their likes. He is a product of great libraries constantly feeding the hungry dreams of knowledge and mostly considers himself a tutee of life. He is passionate about ideas and believes that knowledge exists everywhere and not just limited within the four walls of class room.