Doctors & Engineers
Chasing money, the country’s youth are splitTo two slim paths where hungry, desperate
Bodies squeeze, tear muscles, limbs pop to fit
Through narrow paths that lead to lands that sate
Nothing, for what hunger has now been born
Surpasses what was known before to be
Mere middling lips, young mouths have now been torn
To giant jaws that tear through all they see
But this burden was passed, it’s not a choice,
Made more tragic because there’s other trails
They’ll never know for they follow a voice
That drowns all else, all else would be betrayal
So now with fraught, tired limbs they climb atop
Barren vistas, not knowing how to stop.
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2026-05-20 at 16:44
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Albert Vynckier |
