TOMORROW

TOMORROW

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TOMORROW

I

Why all this  suffering?

Why all this tribulations and mess?

For how long will this go on?

What is this thing called TOMORROW?

Backs are aching,eyes are hurting

Hands are cramping

All because of TOMORROW.

We yearn to be men but yet scared of TOMORROW,

II

A mother’s joy of birth ends with thought of TOMORROW,

Men seek to please their lovers for TOMORROW’S sake,

When will TOMORROW come?

Wind slashing strokes on our bathed backs for TOMORROW,

Lawless bloodshed over property for TOMORROW,

Even on our death beds

The scare of TOMORROW never parts from us

For the will we make makes it so.

MC Haymaker

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