End Of An Error? Poem by Eric Lungai

It's end of an error,
Err...end of an era:
An era of confusion,
In an aura of
Illusions wrapped in disillusions.

It's been all along errant
With determined repellant
In eradicating errors,
With petite hope of
Eradiating what's right,
For all, for mankind.

It's end of an error,
To an undesirable era;
An epoch of neglect of reason,
Dialogue, the poor, the sick,
Illiteracy, capitalism, suffering...

It's end of an era,
That's been full of error,
Of torture, road carnage
Poverty, hopelessness,
Accepting to just move on...

It must be end of an error,
Of horror,
And all must now find a song,
Of joy, for a new dawn;
Of hope, love, modest care and
A satisfied belly.

I let yonder the notion
Of 'accept and move on';
For pragmatism,
Reality at its best
And a convincing truth
Of sound minds of our people.

It's end of an error,
Yes, of terror,
And we expect things to
Change,
And let it be, an end
Of an error to an era.