More than a Legacy

A path has been set; a course set in motion,

A paving of the way into the vastness of the ocean

From one generation to the next; from man to son

The hammering of the stone as its flashes sung.

Next to a brother and a sister; next to the multitudes of humans

Between expectations and freedom; maturity and innocence,

A space of peace and rest – of sweet quietness

With the noises of the people before us – their whispers turn to shout

With the plea from those behind us – their lips move about

Each day is planted from the start; each day is set in stone

For time is no man’s friend, and waits for none alone.

How can we take our daily steps if not for those before?

For if they hadn’t did what they did, how could we endure

The sweat of the brows of history-men is buried in our soil

It is their sacrifice that saved us all from the death and toil

How can we choose to leave this land when we were indeed so blind?

How can we choose to walk away and leave those left behind?

Weren't we purposed for something more than rummaging what we see?

Weren't we meant for something great that will leave a legacy?

Heroes of the past have gone before us and the future lies ahead

Now we ask what we’ll leave behind when we are also dead

Can we say with heads held high that we have done all we could

Or hide in shame and guilt when all we did was stood.

Is there a point for finding treasure when life is wasted away?

Is there a point to mining gold when a child can’t see the light of day?

Is there a need for fancy toys and energy that we spend?

Is there a need to scorch the trees when it itself can’t defend?

We can’t turn back what’s done; time waits for not even one

But we can make a change and leave something to our sons

What is an inheritance of notes when there’s nothing left to buy?

What is an heirloom of stones when the people need to die?

The question remains of what we leave for those who come after

A happy home of joyous sounds with the air full of laughter

Or a future filled with nothing more than cloudy disaster.

What are we leaving to those behind, what will they open their eyes to see?

That what we left behind for them is much more than a legacy.

As the nation stands in shifting soil and the cries of change are heard
Are we answering the call to move our feet and face this coming flood?
Do we dare to stand our ground and stand with heads held high
Or do we waste the blood of the history-men and let their legacy die?

A call to vote is a call for the future, and it is here you must make your stand
Do we hide in our homes afraid of it or do we stand strong hand-in-hand
The past remains the past, let us now look on to our future
Let us choose and make our mark on who would lead the next chapter

Let not the fear of oppression and the likes bar you from your way
Let not the seed of empty promises lead your path away
Let not the people of power turn your mind with amazing delights
Let not the sounds of riots make you throw away your rights

What are we leaving to those behind, what will they open their eyes to see?

That what we left behind for them is much more than a legacy.

Originally published on 28th November 2012

Revised on 30th April 2013