Our hope is stilled, its has been hanged to prey on success which we have never tasted
Our life is dooming, its has been left to dangled on the street like a man whom his sense had divorce him
Our mind is creepling with the cyclones of corruption beating the street
We have been pushed to dance for our belly even when the the record had run out of rhyme
We have been chased to overthrowned our rebel action with sentimental reaction
They say our hope has independent but why do we sleep over the cloud instead of the roof
Why do we eat the reminant of education instead of equal food
Is it because we came from an hamlet or perhaps we are not destined for elite
We have hope but it is stilled under the hills of neglect awaiting a natural leader
kemurl fofanah
Stilled Hope
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