Unknown Rivers Poem by George Shadrack Kamanda

Rivers running dry,
As if the continent is deprive
Their goals so high,
But their actions full of lies.

These Moments in life,
Are farfetched and dry.
Are there any limits to our decline?
Better yet, would these acts give us the smoking sign?

Rivers running dry, Would things ever be fine?
My people, my people, we all live in a bloodline
The struggle we endure, not all can thrive
All In the midst were others shine!

River running dry,
The struggle-poor are given guidelines,
but the favor-few make the headlines.

Rivers running dry
Today- my people are in a punch-line
Where daily life is like standing on land mines,
Barely unable to think,
the life of their children's own life.

Rivers- once full are now dry,
As my people live below the poverty line,
What a life our present generations faces?
Would there be any for the generation next in line?
Would they be given guidelines?
Or would they be the change to end these fault-lines?