While everyone affords to hope,
All eyes were made to dream;
Could hopes survive and dream cope;
And with our hands achieve them
In a land full of scathing repressions,
With selfish autocrats in each positions
I watch events as they fall and rise
Since myriad challenges faces market's grain;
An unstable economy, that distorts price
Credits and loans now hard to obtain
That plain picture, I have no idea
The fate of tommorrow's children would be
It's a knowledge, We all even say
Such flopping of men's hopes and dreams
Be heaped on poverty of the day,
This lack of opportunity in large reams
Has often been people's strong notion
There's but one thing out of mention
More brains is never the need,
The youths scours where world is white;
When old thinking still yields a seed,
The public reliance on share of national pie
Hopes and dreams may be tossed in fluid,
Yet not for men that makes their hands build
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