Can We Dream of Happiness

Under the star glazed sky

for the third night, we are marching,

The stars beaconing our path

to new riches

Once there,

you are greeted by stares

oftentimes, even murderous glares

What for? you are left to ponder

In the promised land

filled to the brim with deceit

In the promised land

where all promises are broken

Under the star glazed sky

for so long you had been marching

Oftentimes, you find yourself

asking; Why?

In the promised land

where you are viewed

as something lesser than a man.