When will the table turn
To see that which I saw when growing up?
When will the feeble regain strength
To jack up without giving up?

When will the vulnerable get voice
To speak up to make a better choice?
When will happiness befriend the poor
To bridge the gap and make the highest score?

I knew yesterday and knows today but what of tomorrow?
I dream of happiness but in the morning what I see is sorrow
You want to know what goes on in the closet?
Ask the pillow
It bury all tears from the fellow

Yet the struggle proceeds
Hoping and trusting it turns in my favor.