In a Land of Concocted Dreams

Slowly our pride fades away Like a smoke entwined with the air Rots and decaying dreams Sends waves of pity upon our soul. We were drafted like soldiers- Into the four walls of a classroom Watching as our destiny was being decided by a system filled with avarice. Oh! I would like to be a teacher Or simply be a doctor. I would like to be a lawyer Or simply a farmer. So we learnt the abc And meant to see what failing could be. Up the chain we moved As time moved along with our being. Then as we grew, reality wagged its tail at us. And struggle called a bluff of our person. How do we move along? What if all we laboured for went wrong? In this land the veil was lifted from our faces As we watch the same system Which has been the sole determiner of our fate And our dreams became steam of vapour as we- Take over the baton from where our parents left, Running a race which we knew not the number of laps left. We pledged our allegiance To serve this great nation, And give from our ration- Those whom we can help survive this oppression. As daylight turns night And days matured into years We watch as souls drift to a world beyond And dreams die before the call of dawn. We watch as our friends leave the shores of their fatherland- And drop their allegiance for alien ones. Now that we have grown And ready to reap all we have sown, Only to learn that all we laboured for really wasn't our own. We have to serve a system Filled with corrupt leaders We were locked-up in class all these years Only to be subdued with fear. In a land of concocted dreams Is just where we have been all along, Singing ourselves sullen song Watching thieves became heroes And innocent men languish in jail. In a land of concocted dreams Hopelessness is just a plague Ready to consume all elements of hope. Chaos, murder and tribalism ransack our being Stealing and oppression is an everyday thing.