ONE HOPE, one victory

Today’s rebellion will not only affect us but those innocent ones inside us,

we suffered the mess of those who came before us,

we have carried burdens heavier than our weight, and endured trials without help.

silent we have been of the past, silent we shall not be of the future.

We have inhaled injustice from selfish ones, we stubbed and fell.

we have had to pave our own roads, write our own stories,

echo our own hymns and dance to our own composed music.

through it all we return to the beach wet but alive,

we have escaped the hot fires but not burnt,

we have fallen but not broken,

all affected our physical but left our heart virgin to love,

dreams, visions and holiness.

we now stand here with scars at every inch,

with memories never to forget,  

crossing the bridge from despair to hope,

jumping from hate to love, and from grief to joy

now we can climb ladders to view what lies ahead of us.

from different cultures and background we…

have gathered in this elevator of destiny, holding the map of hope

what else could bring us this close if not a common dream.

with different faces and colors we still resemble the other,

we carry the hope for tomorrow, we hold the flag of victory.

we deny not the chance of making a difference,

this is ours to embrace and together we protect.

why evil prevails is because good men do nothing , come on,

we are part of the good men. we cannot sit down seeing our nation decay. 

our life experience was preparing us for now, that's why we endured,

that's why we survived, and that's why we still stand

And it’s for this we possess character.

life started and someday will end,

but not everyone's will end, how will those after us survive?

how will they live? our little ones, our seedlings, our infants.

am afraid the waves will blow them off the shore,

the tides will terrify them, the floods will drown them.

Will they be able to learn the lessons we have learnt?

Will they have the boldness?

Will they swim against the current or will they give in into deceit.

These are questions for us to answer before will graduate to a better life.

How are the little ones going to learn the lessons we have learnt the hard way?

Who is going to teach it to them?

Are we going to let luck and chance determine their destiny?

or are we going to rise up and teach them the purpose and vision of life.

Are we waiting until they reach the black gates of violence?

or we want these to be the last words they hear.

Are we going to let them hate before we teach them how to love,

fall before we teach them how to stand,

disobey before we emphasize obedience, or

damage before they learn how to protect,

should they learn through their mistakes or

are those who came before them going to offer their life mistakes as teaching aids.

The kind of task am talking about is above our skills, gifting’s, profession,

indeed above our daily hobby and talents,

it can be stressful and fruitless yet this same task is placed between the margin of our calling.

The work is surely hard but the hearts of our children are worth fighting for because the fruits of their character are worth the daily struggle.

Now is the time to start digging the foundation of tomorrow,

now is the time to dig deep holes for our seedlings,  

now is the time to trim those we love and greatly treasure,

we desire them not to learn these lessons the hard way as we did,

its painful, its promiseless, its hopeless, just that we survived.

Now is the time to act and tomorrow is the time to sit and enjoy the fruits of our great work.  

I know we shall one day reunite under the same umbrella of victory

standing on a common plat form of joy, we shall one day sing the same hymn,

join in the same stanza of greatness, we shall on that day rejoice holiness,

celebrate salvation under one bound of love.

This is the one hope, the one victory.