There's a hollow in my time,
There's a flash in my mind,
This picture is depicting,
the wasted years that are chopped.

An era has arose,
An offspring has sprung up,
Action need to be taken,
To build those broken walls.

Tears has flocked our streets,
Poverty has lent our cup,
Our story is not to be said,
Who will hear and not pick run.

You were designed to make impact,
Embellished with ornaments of Grace,
to turn these tables around,
but you are letting sleeping dogs lie.

You are the only one,
No one can take that seat,
If you fail to take a stand,
these cankerworms will succeed.

Generations are on your neck,
Unborn seeds are counting on you,
What will be your story,
when history come by.