I see an old man placing his hand under his chin with a look of loneliness and sadness on his face probably due to the hardship he sees around him.
"Poem"
We fought with every last drop of our blood,
To make our country great,
So that the next generation would never suffer,
Nor fear, but that wasn't the case.
It's so sad to see that nothing has changed,
The world we fought so hard to build is still tainted,
By the greed of men in power,
Who accumulated their wealth off the back of the masses.
So I ask, when?
When will it ever be better?
I have lived for decades but was there a change?
Was our labour ever worth it?
I can't seem to find answers to my questions,
We all blame the leaders,
As it is a belief that they are the right people to blame,
But, don't we have something to do with this too?
Let's make the world better,
You and I together,
Being human should not be a misery,
Let's prepare our next generation for a beautiful feast.
This post was inspired by the recent happenings in my country and I wish things get better.