Tragedy of Kindness Gone Wrong
A hand stretched forth with noble intent,
Yet kindness stumbled where crowds crumpled.
In Ibadan’s heart, in Abuja’s plains,
In Okija’s streets, echoes of pain.
Children’s laughter turned to cries,
Under the shadows of hopeless clouds.
Youth drowned in the clamour of need,
The nightmare of the greed of the poor.
It was too early, but they showed up, they did.
Hungered, burned by desperation.
Lines were cut, ropes shattered, control broken.
Before the promised relief arrived.
In Ibadan, where little lives fell,
The grief hangs heavy, impossible to quell.
Mothers weep, fathers mourn,
For futures lost, for dreams torn.
To the parents, who seemed unaware,
Of dangers lurking in the crowded air,
Your hearts meant well, but caution strayed,
And in that lapse, the cost was paid.
To the organizers, burdened and blamed,
Your intentions noble, yet wrongly framed.
Your hearts now ache, your spirits wear,
For the lives lost, the lives you care.
And to the government, hear this plea:
Address this scourge, let the people be free.
From excruciating poverty’s cruel snare,
Build a land where hope is fair.
A frenzy of generosity, a lesson bitter, one thing after another.
And in humanity’s flame, and its fragile spark.
Let us be, let us rise, let us heal, Let us be, Let us rise.
To turn such tragedy back into optimism.
©TheVillageBoy.
