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Lost Generation

lost generation they live not knowing when cometh the next meal they live by the lowest man ill nutrition they got voices yet it is shut down they got leaders yet they feeds their needs by themselves on their streets the walls speaks how ugly poverty can swallow humans with out mercy lost generation they are the forgotten ones struggling with out benefits hustling in hard justice working with the lowest pay praying with little or no hope they are rejected yet exploited they are like slave yet beneficial they wallow in pains and agony is never separated from there story they are everywhere the lost generation their efforts don't count even when it makes sense they are outcast only useful for labour their needs are always in control either is their wish valuable their offspring grow in shame genocide of freedom they grow in hunger and deprivation of humanity they struggle same like there old generation change is never a chance for them they are not educated yet above all they believe in God that why in the eyes of the opressor they look strange while they serve as the lost generation

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