Cruel Days

Money scarcity
Lack of security
Violence; atrocity
Low circulation
Impromptu calculation
High prices
Unpaid taxes
poor gets poorer
rich gets richer
Parent starved
Kids orphaned
High demand
Less earned
Borrowing for debts
Corruption, theft
tampered future
More expenditures
Paid goods not delivered
The delivered not paid
situations fluctuation
power escalation
Accumulation of misfortune
Battles not won
Death of loved ones
Youth hooligans
More crimes committed
A life of inequalities
Where good mate
Is been made
By school grade
But dude wait
Isn’t that less-relate
Okay, let’s have a debate
Is been successful determined by school grade
Or is it just affiliate
Is been successful determined by good brain
Or is it a due-case
Is been successful determined by man-made fame
Or how much you do make
Wait; don’t be judgmental
Richness is not equivalent to been successful
You’ve got to be special
Developed in......., etcetera
In a way less-temperamental
+ prayer and applying potential
And yet, in everything/ Destiny/ is essential
Successfulness will seems ease
If one's destiny fits one's dream
So; having first class
Only makes you a better students
It's good; be a good student
But best been a better man
Your qualifications only increases your profile
It doesn’t certified you’d surpass
Every other people in your compass
Having sun-glass
Doesn’t mean you’d forecast
Or probably sour pass
The sun eye
Most especially in a nation filled with
Rituals and misdeeds
Where the government mislead
With their bossy instinct
And their rubbish-thinking
everyone sees government office
As an easy route to make profit
Everything seems intuitive
Less inspiring music
Corruption at every junction
Mental corruption
Social corruption
Financial corruption
Substantial corruption
Religious corruption
Everyone is corrupt
Everything is corrupt
Infrastructure is on wheel-chair
Damaged beyond repair
Our resources are all impaired
God! are you there?
Our nation treks
On a tiny thread
Underneath burneth hell
Lord, please let us not despair
I know there are people somewhere
Digging; throwing shovel
Trying to bury our dreams
But pleases lord; do not let us sink
Let us make a smooth sail
Pass this cruel days