poem

Elections or sale of our future

Am I an idiot or a fool? ‎Is my faith and hope being used as a tool? ‎My country beats me until I cry. ‎Then it tells me, I'm tomorrows leader, and leaders don't cry. ‎Am I pathetic because I don't want to vote. ‎My

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Hi my name is Zainab, I'm a big lover of art in any form, I enjoy creating art, and testing my limits on how I can interpret my art to others out there.

September 23, 20261 min read1 views
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Am I an idiot or a fool? ‎Is my faith and hope being used as a tool? ‎My country beats me until I cry. ‎Then it tells me, I'm tomorrows leader, and leaders don't cry. ‎Am I pathetic because I don't want to vote. ‎My vote will never count, it's rigged we all know. ‎Rinse and repeat one party or the other, ‎Doesn't matter what you choose so you don't need to bother. ‎Do I love this country enough to fight for it. ‎Do I think my fight will bring a change to it? ‎When will my protest reach my leaders heart? ‎When will my fervent prayers be answered in full or part. ‎Have we been forgotten by today's leaders? Do they see us as humans at all? ‎Or are we just a means to an end to them, ‎Hopefully, this citizen hopes our troubles end. ‎The sooner we wake up and realise that the leaders of yesterday have sold our today, ‎The sooner we understand our tomorrow is on the market too. ‎The better for the actual leaders of our tomorrow. ‎The better the future of our children too.
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Zainab

Hi my name is Zainab, I'm a big lover of art in any form, I enjoy creating art, and testing my limits on how I can interpret my art to others out there.

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