08-09-2025 / Monday
( note : image source from Facebook)
We dreamed of changing
the nation’s sad face,
with that dream, we marched
on the streets with grace.
“Let’s change the nation”
that was our slogan to try ,
we rocked with Gen-Z
all over with fire inside.
Our dream was pure,
Our hope was bright,
but not all dreams
always turn out so right.
We faced, we failed that
visions suddenly shifted away,
results not the always one
we thought would stay.
A hopeful dawn turned into pain.
History was written in blood again.
We stepped on roads,
With dreams held high,
But fell to the ground,
with bleeding sighs
“Together, we’ll change this land,” we cried.
Generation Z, with fire inside.
(‘“8th September, Early Morning — When a Generation Took Notice”– DIARYPOEM24)