Original plan
The original plan was to be very concrete
The original plan was to eradicate poverty from the bloodline
To live the life my fathers couldn’t cement
Today, there’s a twist to the original storyline
Coming across money is near impossible
Very educated but still unemployed
Employed but still under paid
Plans and dreams slowly getting decayed
The ones in power immediately forget the vows they swore
The vows they swore when they were given the mandate
The mandate for the betterment of wretched lives
Lives that once shined very bright
bright, but are now dimmed by the fog of poverty
Poverty that’s stuck on the lives of us like fleas
It’s sad to realize that , there’s no help so we flee
We have to flee , for safety , for better lives
Lives that our motherland cannot support
For our dreams to be on track , to become a reality ,
We have to relive , readdress and fight for our original plans .
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