Many men I guess I saw gasping in red eyes
Eyes wiggling in rage, panting aloud in the dark amidst saying byes
Sunk in thought, what has become of these days. Has lost its mark
Less, the sun sets at sun rise, less the roses turn dark.
A bite bread and Cheese for breakfast
Unpaid salaries get piled, pensions a thing of the future past
Facile roads turn squalid; the breathing air makes one feel bilious
Now, many men see their wheedling promises so humorous
Once promising future turns dark in shambles
Even the infants, smell a future in squabbles
The once promising jobs, the youths wait in dangling hope,
all the had hoped for fading quicker than the speed of light
Many men fear, their ward's future resorts to dope
What became of their promises to our women
There comely words once seemed wise to our men
Jobs and the basic needs of man once promised, now a fag in their eyes
The promises made, many men remember, tears drop down their eyes
Come rain come sunshine, our hope, we hope won't die so fast
For hope separates yesterday, today and tomorrow till our last
Waterworks wont gush down our eyes again we hope
A refined nation many men seek, or would rather hope.
(FALLING SKY)
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