Future Imperfect
Future Imperfect
Past is hisory future is mystery
Nothing we shall gain by sulking & cursing
We more than hundred can't be helpless
It's time to take control of malaise
Nothing is impossible if we care to dare
Let's do us a favour & take the onerous challenge
Of a job left unfinished by traitors
If we have the will the way will find
This poem is about:
Our world