Upon my cherished land
After a considerable time
The intensity of sun's heat
Seemed to grow wane.
It seemed as if
Within my dwelling realm
Whisper of change,
Would linger in the air.
From within my abode, I sensed
Some somber clouds gathering
To bring down the rain
To give birth to verdant life.
Lo and behold! What unfolds
A paradox, A narrative untold.
With darkness dwelling all around
Robbing every Gen-Y and Gen-Z of freedom.
Undoubtedly, Upon my homeland
A sordid boon is planned.
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