Change Is A Stillborn Poem by Tony Adah

There's an attempt to change things
those pedestrians into horse riders and
horse riders into bicycle men and cars and aircrafts
But the order has been jumbled.
First a country was founded
And earnestly it cried to be a true nation
But a nation required an agreement to be
And it is made of men
Who beat the drums for the dancers
To twist in the art.
The sound of the drums is changing now
But dance steps are still the same
Who beats the drums, spawns the former rhythms
Who dances to the rhythm
Are the same self dancers of yesterday.
There's is a gathering fear looming in the air
Fear of the change on its wings
Ready to fly away
And the joy of old things becoming new
And mere wishes
This is the delight of my country men.