Migration

Once a prospering state,
Houses were full,
Highest population density
In this God’s own country.

Corrupt politicians and
Lazy bureaucrats turned it
Into the Devil’s own land,
Making life impossible.

Youth migrated to other lands,
Settled there and lived happily.
They built mansions for their parents,
Employing caretakers to watch over them.

But the caregivers also migrated—
In great demand abroad.
No one left to tend the elderly,
So children carried their parents away.

Empty houses everywhere,
No people to be seen.
The few remaining struggle in this hell,
Life here is nothing but pain.

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