Folded Papers

If I cared more, I would see the dream that should be, Lanes wouldn’t be filled with worries, Schools would cater to the educators well, Institutions wouldn’t make graduates dwell. Music is dull and paintings are monotone. No voices are heard, and eyes are closed alone, Where’s the compassion gone? Folded papers were all done, And forever it will be. Fraud voices initiate to make hopeful people happy. I care only remorseful late, One wrong move and found each other a bate. What color of a man makes a difference? Leaders who seem to divide the countrymen. Have we chosen the wrong shepherd? Might be a carnivore who devours just to lead. How many bloods let come to shed, To attain the greatness country thought of ahead? Wrote millions to catch an eye, people asked now, “why?” Folded papers are now end up fried.