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 .