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                                                Confidence

                                 Many a soul in youth conceives 
                              The world as a shrine of goodness,
                           From the depth of his heart perceives
                                Man as an offshoot of kindness
                             Dreams of the brotherhood of man 
                              Upholds the flag of peace up high
                               And views earth as a divine land
                                Pitched under the heavenly sky.

                                     Yet when stinking reality
                                Spears aloft its venomous head,
                                    One may be appalled verily
                              And lose faith in the world instead
                           Raise doubts on credence of some men
                                Who with the instinct to survive
                                Do not spare any foes or friends
                                  But can stab them to be alive. 

                                  Many a folk in youth hankers
                              For those at the helm of the state 
                          To have clear minds free from blunders,
                               Soundly manage a country`s fate
                              Bring rays of hope to weaker souls
                       Hail fresh shines through the country`s gate,
                                But first, foremost and above all
                                Safeguard interests of the state.

                            Yet when glaring truth comes to light,
                               Truth that`s often hard to digest,
                                    It obliterates one`s delight
                               Gives rise to ripples of stark stress
                                   And confidence loss in leaders,
                                Who promise heaven and the sky
                                     To retain or come to power
                               Caring not whence resource will fly.

                           Some leaders yearn the state to change,
                                     Uplift moral values of man,
                             Render the land less and less strange
                               Ward off folks from sinking in dens;
                                  Yet promises don`t feed bellies
                                Nor does man live on hope alone;
                                   Lofty promises smack smelly
                                And are seedbed of the unknown.

                              Captains who wish to steer the boat
                               And save passengers from a wreck
                               Do not glance at shine of their coat,
                                But as stalwarts stand on the deck
                            Safeguard passengers from harsh gales
                                   Clear delusions of folks away
                                      Properly reorient the sails
                                  And bring confidence to heyday-
                                      Confidence in every action
                                        And in every institution.
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