Up NEPA!

Last four years I heard the shout,
Up NEPA!
Ten years ago its scent
Was on my nostrils,
Now years come and go,
Babies are born and grow old,
Yet this words be passed on,
An inheritance.

When would new break of dawn,
Meet with light awaiting our eyes?
When shall the time come when,
Generators would fade
From our lives?

When would these words,
Up NEPA!
Cease to be part of our future?
Instead, to be made a tale,
One to be told to our
Children’s children,
They who should see better days.

Where u stay now wen last did u see light