As a man problems can belittle you,
you feel small and tiny,
you keep lamenting and whining,
you stretch your hand but receive nothing,
you have a strong heart that you don’t want to deceive,
but you tell it lies,
i know i have let my people down,my bad,
don’t throw stones at it,that’s my bird,
feed my people’s hunger,
starve my people’s fear,
they haven’t experience this for years,
because of thoughts he starts shedding tears,
the great wall has fallen,he starts shading his fears,
it’s not a big problem,
there is the bigger problem,
problems overpower him,
he soaks himself in alcohol,
in a bar with very fancy furniture,
too drunk,all he could see is a funny chair,
he walks home praying to see tomorrow,
believing he will get someone to borrow.
Dark hands 