A Letter to My Generation: The Sun Will Shine

Gao sa tlale wa dutla...

sure ntwanaq,

In a world where shadows linger, we fight to stand tall.
Streets paved with dreams, but the path is uneven,
Echoes of laughter drown in the cries of the grieving.

With hope in our pockets, we stumble through night,
Chasing the dawn, holding tight to the light.
Yet the struggle is heavy, like chains on our souls,
Each day a battle, as the darkness unfolds.

Voices of the voiceless, rise up from the ground,
In the silence of sorrow, our strength can be found.
We wear our scars like badges, stories etched on our skin,
In the heart of the storm, that's where we begin.

Through the pain and the heartache, we learn to ignite,
A fire in our spirits, we will not lose sight.
Together we gather, our dreams intertwined,
In the depths of despair, the sun will remind.

So here's to my generation, let our anthem resound,
In the midst of the chaos, hope can be found.
Though the road may be winding, and the nights may feel long,
Trust in each other, together we're strong.

Gao sa tlale wa dutla... sure ntwanaq,
The sun will shine brighter, illuminating the dark.