In a country where hope seems absent,
it is not children who have failed the
future,
but adults who have failed to show it.
This poem does not condemn children for
their silence or defiance.
Instead, it turns a steady gaze toward
adults who could not guide,
and toward children who nonetheless
continue to live, think, and move forward.
It is a quiet testament to resilience—
and a belief that even in a nation
stripped of hope,
each child can still become light.
To the Children Born in a Country
Without Hope
Adults cannot show the way,
adults cannot set an example,
adults cannot speak of reason.
Children cannot talk with friends,
children cannot discuss what matters,
children cannot even draw their dreams.
Adults chase profit,
adults grasp at desire,
adults abandon virtue.
Children do not trust adults,
children do not imitate adults,
children resist adults.
Adults cannot think of children without
trying to control them,
adults cannot meet children’s eyes,
adults distort the future of children.
Children do not rely on adults,
children are not bound by adults,
children slip free of adults’ intentions.
Children live their childhood,
children live what they truly feel,
children live the present, facing tomorrow.
Because this is a country without hope,
each child becomes a light,
each child becomes hope.