The future belongs not to the outspoken or the soft spoken neither does it belong to those with the greatest insight but it sure belongs to the individuals with foresight
Some are docile, some try to feign being hostile
Sooner enough they will realize that all their efforts are futile
On the other hand some are unsure; some are trying very hard to burnish baseless assumptions
Indeed trying to give more luster to it
While some pretend to be cocksure
Many for sure have become lackadaisical having been fed with a truckload of fables
As ever the spin doctors are relentlessly churning out rumours oven fresh from the rumour mill
Beclouding the minds of the weak minded
Now fully hypnotized they readily dance to the drum beat of the illusionist and turn their backs on the visionary
However the truth is an open wound that most times comes to the light in the twilight years
Some prefer sitting put, sitting pretty in their comfort zone
Until the government spray with confetti, then they decide to fight back, by putting up a good fight, fighting good like ninja, then the system switches it up
It taking it up to a higher gear with brigand tactics that is so cold
Putting them masses in a chokehold
Act out of character and they send the riot PO-PO, beaten blue and black so they decide to mark time by doing keepy ups as a past time
Soon the old folks run out of time
When they gets past their prime
Now they realize that all these while they have being in detention, standing in line at the pension board trying pick up their pension
Many will eventually kick the bucket
Due to long hours spent on the queue at the pension board, passing out and passing away
Dying of hypertension
A victim of their own foolhardiness and falling so cheaply for the government’s foolery