It was the year two thousand and seven
But back then in time, we saw thirteen years
As a far throw, and couldn’t comprehend his plans
But, as days went by, the Roaster crowed
And today, year Twenty twenty came our way
With no duffle bags and no gathered hay…
Meeting us while we are shadows of ourselves
Dwelling in intense hunger and confusions
Multiplying both poverty and corruption
With an high rate of unemployment,
Moribund heritage and high cyber crime
Oozing strongly from us all the time.
e-Paper Poetry of Vinx 