Children are taking years
Pursuing an education which
Defeats their little minds
However old they don’t flinch
For having taken too long
To get through one class
This thing must be strong
They’re taking PhD’s; no fuss.
And when it gets tough
The tough say no more
Education is abandoned
Like a fetus, aborted.
You’ll see them walking around
Much older than themselves
And when reality stands its ground
Children start having children
They smoke and drink
And do all that which
They ought not to.
Back home
Broken dreams
Tattered ambitions
Desolate lives
Greets you
O! My people
So sad but true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent strong write Kelvin...as Ridah says breathtaking in it's honesty...thank you...Fi 10+++