Where do we go from here
Where do we go?
Where the future is punctured
A little ray in the tunnel
Cannot guarantee the dulce of morrow
The weak dying every week of starvation
Where the rich are like the shadows of fraustration
Where do we go?
Where do we go from here
Where the giant is giant than the society
Where lives are drenched in horror
And innocents shivering of insurgent
Where parents are scarey of western education
The dreams of the youth are fantasy
Where do we go?
Where do we go from here
Where some have wreecked while trying
Some alredy gone while struggling
Where the graduates are laidoff
And are casualties of tomorrow
Where do we go?
WE are the future of today
Our lives must not waste away
Not be punctured but furniture
With virtue and beautitude
RAISE US to fish, and not deep us in beach.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the future is bright sir, except for the meddlesome giant ugly shadows that won't give way to this light.