We live the life pined with sores battling the battle in a defeated hope out of lacks we've known plenty of yawns in a helpless battle where none prevails but travail the future of the youth of the land is but buried in the arms of corruption we run,more haste less speed the ambitious youth becomes enslaved to unrewarded efforts but clothed in gowns of discouragement we want to learn we want to read we want to write we want to speak and be heard but the road to learning is blocked by them that are known by godfathers who shall lead us by the hand to cross this ocean that opens its mouth wide to swallow all of our effort,all of our zeal.all of our enthusiasm which hope lie for us? When shall we know reward for our efforts? When shall success breakforth to harvest us all that searched diligently? When???