I ponder in the night, Wandering what to write Perhaps something within the light, But that is a very strong might... Though i don't know what is right. I do know the law was once tight. I am certain I do not see things bright, As I gaze upon other peoples plight. Not much is certain within my despite. I watch the kids play with their kite Raised on lands, suitable for rats Yet the kids don't mind, Just happy for life. The kite soon plummets Flat into the mud, The kids now teenagers Who only mope and gripe Reasons they have Despite eating once a day Get jobs, Try as they may, I'm afraid these lands, They'll never be able to get away. They work together, To build something unique. But under their feet it crumbles, Just like their hope.
Next Poem >>