The Struggle Poem by micheal john

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 hopeless battle where none prevails but travail
the future of the youth of the land
is but buried in the arms of the corrupted rulers.
we run, more haste less speed
ambitious youth becomes enslaved to unrewarded efforts
but cloths 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? ? ?