In the land of nowhere
I saw a me stranded
No shelter nor clothing for a change
No warm bath nor water
Feeding from hand to mouth

How a me landed here is unexplainable
Though adaption is permitted
Body change is constant
Twisted fate need to be analyzed
The hustle became real when a me
Took a long road Walk; stomach emptiedBoth Children and old hustling
How long shall a me beg?
Whom shall we tell our problems to?
Since they have turned deaf ears to our cries
Our worries becomes ours

✍️Derazy Ajah

Artwork by @fredmade_works

PC @ellaboratephotography 

Edited by @nosa.pixels

Media @derazyajahmedia


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