In The Eyes Of Many

One day we were all born
At different dates, place, and conditions
Some were quick to blow the horn,
Make folks laugh, and turn some musicians
Some others were born shy, maybe quiet
Like they’ve been here before this time
Like they’re aware all the jive would soon turn riot
But, how can we accuse the slow, quiet for being a crime?
The loud, visible is a theme to bleed
Casting aside the stillness of the stream.

Life moved on with an alarming speed
Being a baby became everyone’s dream.
School came through with extra bags
The race was on right from inception
The goal was to raise different colourful flags
The first, fastest, not minding if it’s pure deception.
In children were planted seeds
The faster you get to the top, the better
On billboards, textbooks were written, the creeds
You only live once in bold letter.

How we fail to accept we all are one
But, not the same heart, future, or now
In our life race, the fastest is not the only one that won
If only we know enough to allow others bow
Maybe the pressure would be a little bit warm
Maybe we would have streets filled with happy folks
Just maybe we would allow more people survive their storm
And watch them become stronger breaking all yokes.
Different strokes for different people
Given enough time, and space, everyone might end up happy.

Victor Oyedele