I know a place where the Sun doesn’t shine,
Where kids rejoice and the adults whine,
Where Glacier of lies and rivers of deception intertwine,
Where they enrich the young with the money and the adults with wine,
The Ministers lie through their teeth and promise upliftment,
The poor are deceived and are fed more punishment.
They have no concept of Day or Night,
Anytime-Every time they struggle to fight,
The Kids exuberate innocence and liveliness
While
The Adults showcase fatigue and tiredness,
It’s been years since they’ve heard those promises
It’s been months since they’ve opt for progressiveness
‘Impoverished, Imperfect, Unimportant”, call them what you may,
But when you’ll see their hungry eyes and tiring demeanor,
You’ll have nothing to say.
Their generations
And their generations,
Will keep living this way
Unless the bureaucracy decides to help them,
Their generations
And their generations,
Will keep on suffering
Unless those in power come to hold them,
Till then,
For Eons and Eons and Eons and Eons to come
They’ll keep on wanting,
They’ll keep on crying,
They’ll keep on living,
They’ll keep on surviving.
Aug 16, 2024
Aug 16, 2024 at 8:47 AM UTC
I know a place where the Sun doesn’t shine,
Where kids rejoice and the adults whine,
Where Glacier of lies and rivers of deception intertwine,
Where they enrich the young with the money and the adults with wine,
The Ministers lie through their teeth and promise upliftment,
The poor are deceived and are fed more punishment.
They have no concept of Day or Night,
Anytime-Every time they struggle to fight,
The Kids exuberate innocence and liveliness
While
The Adults showcase fatigue and tiredness,
It’s been years since they’ve heard those promises
It’s been months since they’ve opt for progressiveness
‘Impoverished, Imperfect, Unimportant”, call them what you may,
But when you’ll see their hungry eyes and tiring demeanor,
You’ll have nothing to say.
Their generations
And their generations,
Will keep living this way
Unless the bureaucracy decides to help them,
Their generations
And their generations,
Will keep on suffering
Unless those in power come to hold them,
Till then,
For Eons and Eons and Eons and Eons to come
They’ll keep on wanting,
They’ll keep on crying,
They’ll keep on living,
They’ll keep on surviving.
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