Wake Up Call

Times without number i have heard the cock crow;
For days and not season i have watched my dreams grow;
We all work so hard and certainly wish for a life of enjoyment;
Yet, we end up with a degree and no food for retirement.

We are being pushed to the wall and forced to play a game of death called risky;
Our leaders spit on our faces and pour on our feet hot wine called whisky;
We wonder and ponder on something which is actually nothing;
We sleep and wake to watch our generation rotten.

This is pathetic;
In fact, adversities have made some things more emphatic;
What are our so called leaders doing to us?
Are they planning to buy for all a horse?

The mantle of change resides with every individual;
And liberty should be the song of every individual.
Regardless of tribe and race,corruption must be detained;
Else, disaster and chaos will be retained.

May our children someday have the pleasure to live in peace;
And then after,our past heroes will have the right to rest in peace.