The never coming tomorrow like dream deferred;
Pride itself of towing the faculty to sought worth,
The hopes in rise with ambitions within held
Yet at this very hour Life is equivalent to death.
The slow decline of exploited Nature by humanity;
The impoverishment of the very soil which gives life,
And the changing seasons disturbing the cordiality
Slow and slow the ardeous sun will bow to Fate.
Recession has come before us to worsen the plight;
The abominations of the twofold past surging,
The wealthy refraining and the poor in hunger-lament
Life`s worth stripped yet Hope is their song.
The never coming tomorrow in view,
Praying for success with a heart hollow.
