Catastrophe

Here is an ignorant man who lives in this said kaleidoscope world Like a silver water who runs and does not mourn Just letting things to flow naturally Without a mind whether it goes accordingly Ignorance is a gem and no one can’t notice This poor man lived but denied by the people in east They say, “There’s no room for a pest” So this man walked all the way to west He seeks a job for his starve to ease They say, “You have no diploma, you don’t belong here” Poor man, he has no choice but to bear So he left west and arrived in north He has nothing but himself like a vagabond There he found himself pleading With his palm wide-opened and waiting Even just a single coin to drop He will endure even those who snub Just as he thought he finally got his home When his fellows drove him away in north In south he met a storm Poor man, he has nothing to count on But he continued though half- dead His body shivered, his tears shed Inside the church he hide himself He thought a prayer will save “Your Highness, please heal this broken pieces. I am ignorant but I became inquisitive. I see storms are not the disasters alone. But also this disease that some men gave birth.” "Catastrophe" Lyn-Jenne