Our Fate
We hastily make steps forward
Into the darkness of uncertainty.
We slowly embrace reality
Without a care of what tomorrow holds
And, this is our fate
The rich sleeps late,
The poor wakes up early,
To trade away what the rich search for.
Heights to depth, depth to heights
This is our fate!
Blind wanderers,
In a vacuumed wilderness
We search for emptiness and reach out for shadows
We wait for tomorrow and we never find it
We climb valleys and slope down the hills
And this is our fate
poem by Timothy muggaga
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