Demothering

My cry I land on the maiden stages for the satirical life come unbecome though to cry I cant for no might yours I quest where to run? You hit my buttock like a tom drum Remember hasira mwisho hasara Better love not violent mama yours I quest where to run? My loins you torch I ate coins my body incinerate I came late and burn my seaters the wet bed yours I quest where to run? loneliness I harness my banned allies food prestigious stone for mine early to school on a shrunk tummy yours I quest where to run? like a donkey from school I toil no work no eat my prompt pay my routine teardrop a painful cry yours I quest where to run? People feign adamant for my plight my defiling hear you bang the eyes behind your laughter my bitter weap yours I quest where to run? As I coil to foil the world I toil my plight I denounce the turmoil the tender-hearted welcome to cushion yours I quest where to run?