Where lies the future
Of our progenies?
When elders consumed
Their tomorrow today
All around is desolation
Hopelessness and despair
The theme 'leaders of tomorrow'
Is now a mirage that fades away
Those supposed to propagate our linage
Have embraced anti-social vices
To survive the carnage
Orchestrated by their parents
How can there be a tomorrow then?
When the hopeful offsprings
Have been consigned regrettably
To the abyss of corruption.
(Monday,11/12/2023,3.37am)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That's a realistic picture of the world. Sadly the world is full of injustice because of corrupt politicians. Sad scenario. Well articulated.