This Century, God Help

I, your mother, I speak to you sons and daughters
What are you doing my children?

O mother, we are playing games
And watching movies

Till when? my angels, will you play forever
Come, and help me house chores


Mama, we can't
Look, we are feeling exhausted
we haven't eaten
the weather is cold
we have no skill
we are too young to work


My God! Help these children
An empty generation ;
they need food,
we have no wood
Can't fetch water
they need all be done

People of nations, you like complaints
I said it all;
do your best
teach the rest
do the right
avoid evil, belief! You won't complain.