GRACIOUS PAST

The world's corrupt, we all declare
The time has changed , it's not the same
The things we knew and held as good
Become the praxis of the hoary

Being respectful was a thing of pride
And bashfulness our mothers enshrined
We spoke the truth to save our names
We held in esteem integrity and  courtesy

To care for a traveler who lost his way
To feed the poor who clung tight in hope
To help the old who's subdued and burdened
Our ways were just to serve and help

We turned away when scenes corrupt
And walked the lane with bossom concealed
We dared not look an elder in the eye
Our values was ensured by the whole wide clan

The grass stays green, the sun shines still
The goodness we seek beneath our feet
The world we live will give to us
The same of what we strove to give

From: Precious Sprouts Schools, Ikotun, Lagos
Contact: precioussproutslagos.com