“Dawn: The New Hope”
by Darein P. Catchillar
The loud, wild, and
elite people, whist as for they're asleep.
Everyone is covered
by rooftops together with their steep privileges.
As the alley louted
children who are lost,
The great unwashed
are forced to eat dust for a living.
They said it's
humane, but never in the eye of those oppressed.
Everyone has to run
away from the malediction of these people above.
They whimper under
their voices,
“This is life. This
is how it should be.”
But it should never
be with the wind and how the water should drift,
Nor of these covetous
minds could commit a nasty crime.
If there has to be a
pyramid,
The one above should
learn how to take a fellow plain and uncoined constancy.
Spick-and-span
decisions should coil up all of those insurmountable oppressions.
Those who are at the
top of the triangle are as emulous as the greedy murderers.
They wouldn't let the
downtown feel the breeze.
And as by one to a
thousand's desire, we'll see the whole nation's dream turn into a fiasco.
There is a light in a
dark night.
A good leadership
would lead you thither to see it.
Just like how you'd
feel the comfort of your sleep when it's dawn,
Someone should make
these people and children feel safe.
Do not be deceived by
the deceivers—the darkness will vail.
We are the one who
has the power to choose.
The gods above will
vouchsafe our voices.
And sooner or later,
we, the desolate ones, will shine over our fears and claim what is meant to be
for us.
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