Bruised and brushed with scars,
I fought a war of life,
Thank God for my lucky stars,
For I won and Overcome strife.

Was bitten by bed bugs
War against poverty I fought,
Had no choice but to join the thugs,
All for Wealth I sought

Pain must leave behind scars,
Injuries I sustain from my fall
Begging and running after cars
All shows on my skin’s wall.

Past must always hunt
Though felt bad ,
But future must be sort.

To fellow Masses
Be happy, for the days are soon
Fill up your lapses
And beware of goons.


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Author: Judaisky

Judaisky is a young writer who believes the world can only be saved PEACEFULLY through the tidings of the ink cos the pen is mightier than the sword. Do You want to know more about me, contact me 09039956005

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