Rhetorical Poem by Imo Peter

If we dance to the rhythm of greed
Squander resources and sell today
What then would gain?
The comings of tomorrow

If we strut with borrowed fashions
And beat by beat burry our culture
What then would tell our offspring?
The footprint of their origin

If day by day we mute our voices
Lay down pens and close our pages
What then would tell them?
The chronicles of their history

If we on and on disguise ourselves
And step by step despise our genes
What then would teach them?
The sacredness of their identity

If bundle our resources
Forsake our native land
And build our castle in neighbourhood
Where then would they boast of fatherland?

If to their ears we whisper enmity
And inject in their vain hatred vaccine
Who in their days would sue for peace?
Who will preach of love?

If we furnished their palms with sharpen sword
To slain down their fellow blood mates
Who would lend companion hand?
When quietness and loneliness eschew