ECHOES OF AMBITION

What's the essence when dreams come true?

Can a middle-class child reach and pursue?

Success in media, adorned with luxury grand,

Fancy cars, a whimsical spouse, hand in hand.

Afrikan heritage, a tale to unfold,

Success once measured in acres and gold,

Vast lands, a family sprawling wide,

Cattle herds, a source of cultural pride.

Now the canvas is painted in shades of gain,

Capitalistic sails navigating with a capitalist's reign,

Kings and ministers, choosing champagne's delight,

Over water for all, in their oblivious flight.

Our ship sails on, guided by greed's decree,

Cruising towards a perilous, uncertain sea,

In pursuit of treasures, the houses so fine,

Yet, are we bound to this fate, or can we define?

Upward mobility, a chance to soar,

Or does the fruit cling close, forevermore?

Custodians toil, bones weary and worn,

Yet whispers persist, no vacancies born.

In my pocket, a little friend called hope,

A beacon through struggles, a means to cope.

Refining our journey, a collective plea,

For dreams to thrive, and all to be free.