an old poem. 12th oct compose

Everything will be fine someday

everything will be fine someday someone said.
Beyond the night here comes the day.
so let the pickets, let the mines
let us handle them, with care, nay.
Our hands almost scarred, the gloves destroyed.
our blood, sweat and tears,
And so for what?
For everything to be fine someday

Everything will be fine someday, someone said
And so we wait, for that moment come.
And the wait is long and dreary,
and we wait till we grow weary.
our dreams so long, so far,
But still we wait,
for everything to be fine someday....

Everything will be fine someday, someone said.
F*** that!! Someone shouts
and so we wait,
our time to come,
for everything to be fine someday.