The Rising Stars Poem by Falana Zion

River of thoughts swallow me not, storm of words strike not my heart.....imagination filled my coat like wine, all the world lay stretched before me like the open palm of my hand.......
In the modern world all is unconscious like a barren flower.

What a generation!an eyes as bright as the day is now turning to a crimson red because of the bright futures that are always truncated. The future became an ironical term, fraud and rituals is the flag flying on the Nation's cloud, forgetting the fact that all that's beautiful drifts away like the waters.

Who will change the world? , Who will raise the freedom flag? ....that's a question deep as the mystery of life, Painfully, all our thoughts ran into tears like sunshine into rain, river of thoughts swallowed us allwhen those who supposed to raise the changing flag are saying deep down their heart, let's continue living like that because it is normal.

Unfortunately, change became a political term, a word to camouflage, tears like silver continue glistening in the corner of the people's eye......However, we need passion to stop the world's naughty alteration, zeal to make something done, changing our normal thoughts, moving closer to God, having a little amelioration...........

We need you the rising stars, to raise the indefatigable hands in creating an effective impact, changing the normal to better, rising as a shining star, joining our hands together changing the phenomenal world to a better land.

Behold the freedom light shining on the beautiful sky, , shining on you and I,
reflecting our zealous might, dancing to the blissful clap, weaving our future from our past......You're a Rising star, the change is in you!