That Year

That year was way better than what we have
My green eyes yearn for the days in stories
Told by my father- Oh I wish we could have
Those days back, we have lost all our glories

The very bright days have turned into gloom
Division by class and tribe is the norm
Corruption built a mansion on this room
So how we do we stand when we face the storm

But the past is gone like a bus you missed
And staring after it only takes away
Your attention from the limo of bliss
The present, the chauffeur of the better day

   So look to the future and don’t backtrack
   Change today – That year is not coming back

– herovickers | Angry Young Man


Hello vreader.

This is a piece for a poetry compilation I entered for (I hope I get selected!) Anyway the real motive of writing this is to consider that even if we have to look back and compare and talk about how things are worse off now ( which I do a lot as Angry Young Man), we also need to look at the present so we don’t get so caught up in the problem that we do not see the solution.
But this does not mean we should not remind ourselves of what we is prevalent (because there are so many distractions) because if we do not, we forget and we cannot even remember where to start fixing the problems from.
Angry Young Man is not the stereotypical rebel who rebels just because ( and like I always say ‘This isn’t politically motivated’) . There is a goal here, and it does not matter if the goal gets fulfilled in our lifetime, the point is we’ll never stop and we’ll keep fighting to the end.

Thanks for reading.