Navigating Endeavours.
It was the middle of November,
No different from last September,We’d forgotten what it felt,
To feel happy,To have our voices,
Ripped from us,Crushing our souls,
and our hopes,along with it,
as though we’d been targeted,Condemned,
Removed,To the back,
of the line,We once proudly stood,
In front of,When hope finally did arrive,
We were left,Wondering,
Dear hope,All this time,
Where have you been,As we navigated through,
Our selfless endeavours.
