Our ancestors, they sacrificed themselves,
For this land, for a better future, not for wealth.
But what have we become, oh what a shame,
Blackhearted and greedy, our morals to blame.
Everyone thinking for themselves, killing one another,
For wealth and power, it's like no other.
Every family, at each other's neck,
For the inheritance of their almost dead parents, it's a mess.
Their hearts have turned to stone, it disgusts me,
To see women selling their bodies, like an object, can't you see?
Young men finding pleasure, in doing the darkest of deeds,
Gangs flooding the cities, the government, the police, no leads.
The rich thrive, the poor die,
Homes becoming smaller, it's all a lie.
Rage boils within me, at what we've become,
Our ancestors' sacrifices, for nothing, it's done.
We've squandered their gift, a land of prosperity,
Our greed and selfishness, a great tragedy.
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Compression, A List Of Poems.
Poetrywritten using other people's perspectives. I wanted to be in their shoes. So I'll compress my overflowing feelings and write them letter by letter.
