What's Next?

What's Next? We are faced with this question often times at a stage in our lives. Here and there we look around, thinking we are done, then we ask ourselves, what's next?

After feeling like achieving, this toiling, wandering, suffering is over now. The pestilence, predators, and pest have eaten deeply in to the fabrics we adore and cherish, weeping and crying have we known for a long time now.

In our imaginary, the crops have withered away, the fruits are all rotten and the leaves die off, all night long, we pondered, wondered and slept off, with our eyes opened, we become lost in thought. For gone are our hopes, those we have trusted have failed us, our succor no longer embrace us with humility... We kept thinking what's next?

The hope of living for another is a dream, we cried for no yet another day for the pains, we feel we can't endure any longer, as the day increases, so do the sufferings and pains and so is the hunger. Death awaits us all, but before that, we are faced with the question, What's Next?

The killers of the youth kept killing, without restrictions. The youth cried in pains and fears asking who is next on the death row. They now have matched in their numbers in the Pathway. And landmarks crying and shouting, for who care to all, that they fear who is next? Now their cryings and weepings have not been heard. We ask What's Next??

No food for us, no good drinkable water, everything is too high for the poor masses to own. Yet the poor craves in pains of hunger yet work, under the hot sun and cold weather for meagre amount or peanuts as income. Crying and asking what's next?

Now the youths, marching and shouting under the rain and the sun, have been hunted and sent to their early graves. With empty stomach but loaded brains by the bittered predators, the youth keep dying again in numbers, being killed by the protector turned the predators. What's next? What next are we to do?

This moment, the youths have turned into soldier ants, running after the blood eyed predators, we run, loom, boom and loot under the rain and hot sun, yet with empty stomach. We see the youths looting the houses and food stores of the protector turned predators, we ask ourselves, what's next?

Now the mighty predators now fear and fear, they fear the actions of the of the bigger predators who may question their actions. Here we are, to submerge and immerse the outrageous act of wickedness, places the name on the youth to justify and purify their wickedness, they tag the innocent youths, touts, hoodlums, where do we go from here? What's next??

Now the future and hope of the youths who are acclaimed to be the leaders of tomorrow, with no obvious future for them is at stake. These predators are the leaders of today and have secured yet to be the leaders of tomorrow!!!

We ask what's Next????