CRIES OF YOUTH CORP MEMBERS

Like rain drops falling from d sky,so are tears fallin 4rm my eyes. Like a caged bird lm singing my redemption song hoping one day 2 be freed from dis modern day slavery. I cant wait 2 be free from dis shackles n chains,from dis prison called service 2 humanities. I ve asked times without number;wat is d essence of dis whole stuff? Do d initiators of dis program keep 2 dia own part of d agreement? Does dis program have any meaningful effect on d populace? I ve come 2 realize dat d answer is not far fetched. We re being used as pawns by d initiators 2 siphone money;like gladiators we fight with our lives 4 dem 2 make ends meet, we fight and they take d credits. But we find solace on d fact dat a journey of 1000 miles must definetly end one day,and like soldiers dat fought gallantly we will sing n shout our redemption songs 2 d roof tops. Having written our names in d sands of time,leaving stories and legacies 4 our children n d future generation, we will live 2 reap d fruits of our labour. And when d leadership is handed over 2 us,we will never let our children n d unborn generation suffer wat we went through, d harsh environment,d polluted atmospheres, d jungle justices, d discrimination n tribal killings and so on. Dats is not a promise from us bt a convenant and we re swearing with our lives and sealing it with our blood