Where would you go
To feel the taste of favoritism
To get away so easily
and ran away from this disease called corruption,
So harsh and unmerciful
The only way to escape it is through death,
since it touches us in our everyday lives.
Kids in streets, so emaciated and forsaken
yet so legitimate and energetic.
Students so fatigue and peril
Forfeiting their slumber-land
hoping to face a generative day
under pressure, they go,
facing challenges, striving so hard to succeed
Yet so uneasy to taste their fruits.
Finishing with the fear of hope
and assembling with others in streets
waiting so long to get jobs
but end up losing themselves
innocent souls turning into beasts
Killing and robbing, because opportunities are sideline given.
waiting and ready to lay in the casket every day.
Poet: Foibe Paavo
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