The childhood was coloured with figments of dreams
The imagination was painted with pictures of a colourful world
The little exuberant play sand
Embraced artistic drawings of luxuries

At twenty
Filled with hope and optimism
Ready to endeavor with enthusiasm
Trying to cope with all stress
Forbidden a gentle settlement for rest
Unwilling to settle for less

Nothing but the Change remains a motivation
The fire of passion keeps burning
A zeal to be the builder of nations
A fight to change the storyline
A struggle to get food on the table

Then they claim he will gain dominion
Alongside, he thought they were with him
Their laughter is an issue of white teeth
Their lips spread with greed
But on the outside, it is seen as a smile

They publicly celebrate him in face
But his retrogression is the agenda in their secret place
He must not make it!
Who is he?
We existed before him
Why should he be the one?

In a state of naivety
He shares his aspirations
He meant well for them
But they hid their noxious grieve behind the white teeth
Behind the scenes, they brought him down
They openly mourn with him
And that is where and how they derive their pleasure

By Ethel Adika

"I will write what I love, and what I long for, in the hopes that for someone, it might be not only a way out, but a way in " - V. E. Schwab... I passionately write anything concerning humanity and today's globe which serves the needs and interests of my people. I'm a specialist in poetry, quotes and articles. "I build a world of fiction through the arts of the pen on the sheet so the the world can have solace, courage, an avenue of amelioration and change" - Ethel Adika

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