A Guide
I hear you, nothing turns over a night.
I have patience and then what is fight?
How long can I wait if you are serving?
Who comes over me and what is this bite?
They are close you, you are caring them,
But you never think a system isn’t bright.
It is a matter of justice and equality,
How can I stop you are robbing in a day light?
Look at me, my fight is only for food,
You always ignore me and flying as a kite.
Your death is also a guide for my poor nation,
You crushed me and my visionary sight.
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