A Revolution

It is the pain of the youth,
That fuels the anger,
The anger that causes uproar,
Uproar in the quest of a revolution.

When you oppress the youth,
They will stand by the truth,
The masses will stand,
And fight hand in hand.

The lack of jobs,
Scares like time bombs,
The poor infrastructure,
An economic puncture.

While the old bask,
Amassing wealth till dusk,
The youth bask,
At jobless corners till dusk.

The old drive big cars,
The young just wish,
They just get scars,
In attempts to materialize their wish.

A time will come,
When they will take no more,
They will want a solution,
And it will be a REVOLUTION.