A SONG FOR OUR YOUTHS

Look, time is swiftly on a rail
Nation in disarray
Youths gone astray
Children like X-ray
Clothes of hope fray

Everyday sound of gunshots
Our sense accustomed to it
As time grow short
conflict didn't realize it
As youthful age get rot

Graduates in bountiful supply
Jobs hidden in their greedy ward
Kept for their unborn to ply
Jobs less than humans afterward
Guns and internet now bread misapply
Rotty bread pushed forward

Tomorrow is our turn for leadership marry
Indeed we need to worry
But no need for the hurry
Leave the rail and let's create a lorry
Else the nation be in a sorry

©Kporho Vwede Daniel
(General Ali Official)