In Africa, I mean Liberia, they call me the future leader
but I ask, when is the future?
At 18, young, energetic; At 94, weak and cripple?
Ohh no! Wait! Am I? For what have they prepared me?
To face a future as dark as a Vantablack
My hope has been crushed as my future seems blurry
Hopeless, yes, worthless they made me feel
I feel a future filled with empty hopes of uncertainty
Within me lies the feelings full of empty regrets
For long I have been drenched in a hopeless dilemma
They care not about my pain, but their greed
Their pleasure lies within their immature mind
They appear gloomy, but act as cold as an icy rook
They laugh for that which is not rewarded
They exploit and embezzle unearthly resources
Educating me would entail their doom
Yes, my education breeds their downfall
For how long can I bear the burden of ignorance
How thirsty could they be?
