Before the eyes of a young adult
In her fatherland, a third-worldly scene:
Happiness in the eyes of the child,
Despite the despair that surrounds.
Poor young bodies and hearts,
Braced for what comes next.
Contentment in the hard-worker’s life
In spite of that feeling of indignation.
At the bottom of that triangle,
Survival comes day by day.
Good-natured smiles in the face of a local,
Regardless of his life’s reality.
Anticipation comes that one day,
The triangle is nothing but a shape.
The last time I attempted writing a poem was in high school so please bear with me. This is my second post for the year! Yay! Feedbacks are absolutely welcome!