Buried Hopes Unearthed

In the midst of barren land,

Where sun scorches the earth with its fiery hand,

There lies my hope, a buried placenta,

But as I look around, it seems like a cruel adventure.

 

The rays of hope that once shone bright,

Are now dimmed by the shadows of blight,

For this land, I believe, is witchcraft based,

A place where love is scarce and greed is embraced.

 

When the educated speak, they are silenced with disdain,

And when success is achieved, they become the object of shame,

This society is a friend to none,

Where foes and traitors outnumber the one.

 

My heart is heavy, my eyes are shut,

For this hopeless home where only back-friends strut,

They rejoice at the sight of others' downfall,

And mock those who rise, making them feel small.

 

The learned, the bright, the poor, and the dropouts,

Are all treated with the same disdain and knockouts,

They laugh and jeer at the casual workers and their plight,

As if their own lives are perfect and right.

 

Thus, I have decided to take a leap,

To search for my hope on the horizon deep,

I shall not return for many a day,

For change in this society is hard to sway.

 

The youth must unite, the average age the same,

To bring about a transformation and end the shame,

For a society without love is doomed to fail,

And true progress and prosperity shall prevail.

 

As I bid farewell to this land,

I hope that one day, it will understand,

That unity and love can conquer all,

And that hope and prosperity can never fall.