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
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