What Will Become Of Poem by floyd biggie hwende

Yes we are the best
We won the battle we came for
We overtook the mighty and the swift
And we emerged victors
Caped by the chancellor
Celebrated by the aspiring
Yet welcomed by worries
And realization of the fact of life
Everyone who went before us looks back and regret then hopes for a better day
Now who cannot suffer this common fate
In a world where graduates are teachers
Doctors are over seas
The leaned are in the streets
Were the hard working receive what cannot return their used strength
What then shall become off me
A drop added in the sea of the unemployed population
Yet I am not the only one
Will I die reaping peanuts?
Or die an occupational nomad
What will become of me?
In the world were connections and corruption
Are the only qualification that grant you an opportunity
What then will become of the poor,
Isolated and lonely citizens
What will become of them?