The Common Story and the Oracle

In the dark corridors of want we trudge With dreams and reality walking astride Surfing on the turbulent hope's tides We ploughed, watered and waited for greening seeds So there again the same old story goes We left school and the comfort our homes Knocking on locked gates hoping for open doors In mind with blooming dreams and smart goals We are here between the sun set and the sun rise And In hope we dance and sizzle until we rise As my fellow mates searching for a decent plunder like savages lost and hungry we do and did wonder For a couple of months we tried in vending And a score of weeks spun luck in tyre mending We did things we never thought we would do and told people we do things we never knew So the hinterland cast us, its own to the dogs And the paths we followed are blurry with mists and fogs So the hinterland thrown us to the streets and the worlds And the greener pastures we sort turned to be molds Now let's wait I heard an oracle last night That the meek giant will rise up and fight That the hatchlings that are strewn to the dust Will retrace their foot path and rebuilt the burnt nest