When will it be safe.

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When will it be safe for us to sleep soundly with our two eyes closed like before

When will it be safe for us to let our children out to the playground again.

When will it be safe for us to build our house without high fences and security cameras

When will it be safe for us to sleep at night and not wake up to another act of terrorism

When will it be safe for us to cross the road without the fear of drunk drivers

When will it be safe to say a prayer and not find our sins bringing us to ridicule.

When will it be safe to tell our loved ones we are coming home, and we will truly be home safely.

When will it be safe to shine our light in the midst of scary darkness

When will it be safe to love your neighbour as yourself.

When will it be safe to say I won’t get back-stabbed even when I am blind to see you coming.

When will it be safe to board a bus home and not end up in body bag on your way to heaven.

When will it be safe to say hello and not fear it might actually turnout a goodbye.

When will it be safe to sip your coffee on your front porch and not fear a stray bullet from a gun you never bought.

When will it be safe to open the doors of your home to the homeless and not fear them taking over.

When will it be safe to help save the life of a helpless dying man on the sidewalk and not walk away for fear of being arrested

When will it be safe to dance in the rain and not get soaked by the mud

When will it be safe to boldly step out of the box

When will it be safe to live your dream and be more than you’re expected to be

When will it be safe to walk in the world without being judged by the colour of your skin

When will it be safe to stand with me as a brother even though our dialect differs

When will it be safe to travel up North in search of a nomadic experience

When will it be safe to dance with your daughter in the park and not fear the hand of the wicked snatching her from you in a wimp

When will it be safe to smile and wave at beautiful strangers again.

When will it be safe to enter the ring with poverty and knock him out cold

When will it be safe to experience freedom not intimidated by fear

The when(s) are endless…but I guess the answers lies within us, begging to be free.

Babalola Michael Tayo.

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