A Song For Our Youths

A SONG FOR OUR YOUTHS Look, time is swiftly on a rail Nation in disarray Youths gone astray Children like X-ray Clothes of hope fray Everyday sound of gunshots Our sense accustomed to it As time grow short conflict didn't realize it As youthful age get rot Graduates in bountiful supply Jobs hidden in their greedy ward Kept for their unborn to ply Jobs less than humans afterward Guns and internet now bread misapply Rotty bread pushed forward Tomorrow is our turn for leadership marry Indeed we need to worry But no need for the hurry Leave the rail and let's create a lorry Else the nation be in a sorry ©Kporho Vwede Daniel (General Ali Official)