Treasure Island


Gone Are The Days

gone are the days of self will
got to be supervised
got to be self esteemed
got to be independent
to fulfil my desires
become what i want to be
achieve what i want to get
get where i want to be

got to be independent
never overwilling
never abundant or everywhere
be obedient and polite
ever smiling, jolly and jovial
got to fotgive those who hurt me
got to be live in solitude for my good

gone are the days of harmony
where everyone
would do anything oneself could
things would be done in independence
where girls were but sex objects
and source of wealth
to the poor families
time for girl-child education
let all girls express themselves
and speak heads hihg with confidence

time for evrything
let the earth rotate at its own pace
but we got to run with it
got to quicken our strides
or else one is going to be left behind
on nthe island of poverty
watch out for your lives comrades

Submitted: Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, July 15, 2014

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