Till When

Aaaaah! Listen to this, So much is in me, yet nothing is of use, I have a list of knowledge, yet nothing is in use, Talents, skills and a vision, they all add up to zero, And all I get from you, is a handful of frustrations, Mmmm! Till when will I be misused? Ooooh! Listen to what? You claim to have a lot, yet surely you live to eat, If talents will be mentioned, eating would be your portion, You speak to have a vision, Mmmm! Claiming to be skilled, Your future is of no essence, we need not your presence, Ooh poor girl, till when will you be useless. Mama! Listen to this, So much eroding my future, corruption, abuse and more, I need to express myself, and raise the standard of self, Expectations and determinations, all are flowing away, Ohh Mama! Please! I need to learn, grow and flow in life, Mama! Till when will I be misused. Child! Listen to what? I am asking you to listen? I have no time for you, Go out and do your duties, you are just but stubborn, As boring as Monday morning, poooh! Out of my sight. Dear listeners, you have heard with your own ears, Such an inconsiderate mum, mama, I wonder, till when A- a- a- a- I think you have a point girl , I can see, My sweet sweet girl, I now see what you mean. Yes! Yes! We all have talents We all are useful Let’s make our country a haven And a good place to live in We-salute- you.