WRITER:Ambali Abiodun
I get to wonder why we live without a vision and a passion for the young. We've fought so many wars to wrestle wrong and for how long.
The world is old and turning cold and once i stare it's getting worse. it's got me craving for the day i leave the world,I cease to breath. We are not at peace and am out of place because we will never make it for green. So feel my grief,my soul is torn and i've got a thorn right in my heart. it's hard to nestle without hopeof seeing a better future for the young.
We cling on without a vision and the love is fading out, the young are dropping topping evil without love human kind so better future looks afar.
Hunger grows and flows in hand making a lot chase for money without a thought of doing right Kids on the streets having a glot they get to gamble, fall in trouble and have a struggle with the law.
Making more stand in a dock and living more locked in a cell. Young are parents without hope of seeing the future light, selling out sex without a no, infecting more and talking more to early graves.
This path has no light and it's so hard for many to see.
It's really sad seeing them grow without a daddy for some guide.
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