The colors of my life

My country

We mourn, we cry and we complain

Because our country we cannot sustain

And complains nobody does entertain

Sitting privileged in houses is every person’s dream

But the poor and rich are no longer different cream

We blame, we riot and we rebel

Yet worthy people we absolutely compel

And the angered youth now yearns to yell

Fed up of the system we created

We now are the victims we equated

We smile, we wish, we quote

Yet the wrong people we always do vote

Because we are lulled by their deceiving coat

And their cheating words squeeze our throat

We grow, we hate and we leave

Bright future seems hard to believe

And old eyes never cease to grieve

Why is the youth escaping?

Why aren’t we finally shaping?

Isn’t this suffering enough?

Aren’t our conditions tough?

Let’s raise our voices now

And take a humble vow

Because our faith is yet not crumbly

For our treasured and loved country