​In the quiet chambers of their tender hearts,
they stand like sponges,
ready to absorb the hues of the world
painted by the hands
of those that subjugate them.
Little did they ask
for the burden of these emotions.
The heavy cloak of discord
threaded into the fabric of their upbringing.
What did they do
to deserve these atrocities
that are shaping the minute world
of their very existence?
Their spirits, like delicate vessels,
having to navigate the turbulent seas
of ancestral storms.
Yet, within them,
a flame relentlessly flickers.
A soul yearning for its own destiny.
Amidst the shadows of hurt and disharmony,
there lies a mystery -
Through the fractured pieces
of their upbringing,
their soul, like a relentless phoenix,
will rise from the ashes of adversity.
Resilient and untamed,
it has its own destiny –
and with faith they can rise above
the haunting shadows of their past.
Illuminated by the grace from within,
these children
will escape this time
​of horrific circumstance
and become architects of their own histories.
I hope they find the strength to transform,
the regime of this time,
and guide us on a path of truth and peace.

In a world where
governments hold
the reins of fate. 
Entrusted to decide
for citizens -
the role so great. 
The growing
disillusionment,
a followers dark concern.
In the hearts of
the people,
a fire begins to burn.
Confidence has waned
in the social eye. 
Party politics,
Personal benefits
And
Private interests
Intertwine.
Over the welfare
Of the public,
Which is in decline.
A shift in perception,
a clouded view.
Social resentment
propagates
the storm ready to brew.
As we search for answers,
Seeking the truth,
Oh so many, and all too true. 
So why trust the governments?
When they all lie to you.