It takes generations
to move up.

Any country,
any time.

Hard work.
Love of family.

Not,
oneself.

Is this not obvious?
Could be, I guess.

For I was only
exposed to such.

Yet, even so,
one recognizes, (or should)

that-

lack of available
hard work,

of
any kind,

kills the dream.
Kills our country.

And seriously
screws up

our common
nationality.

Our common
humanity.

Come on people,

once more

into the breach.