ascend the stairs.
I watch their faces as
Some don't, taking on the disappointment of their parents.
Parents who have seen the country not care about them,
be content with the positions that they hold,
ignore the hardships that would be unbearable for others.
Cycles of violence, hunger,
And I wonder what their future looks like.
Are they still smiling?
Are we in a better place?
Which, among them will help to mobilize the community?