Buildings being erected
Lights shining bright
People on the streets bustling to make ends meet
Not knowing whether tomorrow will care
They live with only hope for tomorrow
Mothers and fathers on the street from dawn to dusk
They wish the child will get the grade
While the government also play with the system
They make rules not caring whether the children can use it
They come later to preach their good news of election
They make mothers and fathers quarrel for their music
After all, they get the mantle to disregard their wild appeals
The people have the will to put me into power
To get them from their wills means sweet words
Bitter pills covered with honey
They must choose me or no other but it is not guaranteed
I still have the hope to make for them a bridge
My children after all will go outside during the process
Educational processes can be long but I know how to do it
With the current inflation we need God
High powers got to better our lives
But we fear colonization
They come with unacceptable demands
We wish to get ourselves back from poverty
With this we can make ourselves perfect leaders
The idea still exist in the heads but none to bring it out
Opportunities now exist in the air
Youth now turn to air workers both home and away.
From the Poem Book of Victor's Oright.
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