Clouded the sky seems to be, With Lonely paths only seen
Pangs of mental captivity, Prisoners of hopelessnesses
Slepless haunted nights, Risen Ghosts of dead dreams
Cries of unexpoited talents, Tears of wasted lives
Destruction of promising youths, Demise of the society
Pointed fingers: corruption, drug abuse, poverty
Other claims: parenting, motivation deficit, blindness.
Is it a paraded nothingness?
Eagerness for known not?
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