Fight For Survival

A Boy’s dream a wealth of education. He traveled the world to seek knowledge. Many years from the mother made soil. Black coat worn in pride of joy. Words he came out of, they were all shocked. A harsh lesson realized, all the hard work for what? I went, the country was sold out by the mighty paper. A throw away of the back coat in the bin never to be worn again. A look of sheer anger our own royal brigade was worthless. He didn’t eat. Many days he only drank water to stay alive. Bring peace in the nation, not firing guns. Years went by metal pieces on the hand, a march to the jail yard. He came out one day he still continued the struggle. Until I breathe I fight, money is the root of all evil. They finally had to give in to the national hero. A flag finally cleaned, hung up at last after so many years. When he left us we gave him great honor we stamped his forehead On the almighty rupee he cherished. (taken from my book called shock)