Hope Demised

The people we lost

with memories we shared, 

all had a meaning

in life to bare


As we passed through toil

and the gales of storms

We held each other close

without letting go


As we stepped on new soil

there we wept

The torment we delt with

under those white dogs

That oppressed the many 

and showed us didain


With no haste they set us to work,

with no pay, no gain,

no place to call home


Our pain , our oppression 

had all been disregarded

Our hope for later had all a while been retarded


As life moves on,

in generations to come

We hope there'll be a better day

We know there'll be a better day


This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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