The stung fact that life is “beautiful” lost
Our dreams fell down to sing hymns
Praises for failure embedded in the anthem
Let us share the cake!
Make this place crake like predecessor’s stroke
Congest this plan and walk out with it
Yearnings resound in negative complaints
We have not seen life unbearable
Experience cannot make things right
Wrong heads corrupt right hands
Oh my goodness, we have been mugged
The sun set down at dawn
It has moved to the angle of radiance
Laminating a light of expectation from a generation that cares
Change is drawn near to a populace of hope
Make good some noise with triumphant entry
Opportunities have killed hunger and poverty
The rock has returned to eliminate the stones
Their inevitable future is on course… my woes liberated
In that shadows of death… change Beacons!
« return.