Survival Amidst the Struggle

THIS WORLD CORNERS MY HEART WITH FEAR AGAINST SOME MANLY STRIFES SO HARD TO BEAR WHEN LOVE ONES ARE SO DISTANT THAN NEAR JOY AND SURVIVAL ARE SUSPENDED IN NIGHTS OF DOUBT TRAMPLED FEELINGS, I DARE NOT SEARCH ABOUT WHEN MOM AND DAD ARE SO FAR FROM HERE TO OFFER PERISHING KIDS SOME TENDER CARE THIS DREAD OF SOLITUDE IS SO REAL LIKE THE TALES OF HELL WE TELL IN SOME SUPPERLES DESPAIRS, MOUTHS WITHOUT MEAL TO MAKE ENDS MEET IS NOW A HECTIC DEAL TO US DYING IN THE STRUGGLE BY TWISTING THE WHEEL THIS IS HOW PEOPLE LIVING IN THE POVERTY FEEL WHEN OUR BLISTERED PALMS BEGIN TO PEEL EXISTENCE HERE IS SPENT IN HOURS OF TOIL WHEN THE TUSSLE CALLS FOR TILTING THE SOIL UNTIL THE HOPE IS RESTORED TO ALL WHEN WE SHALL SEE THE FACE OF GOD WE CALL AFTER WE SHALL ONE DAY FALL THE HARVEST OF LIFE SHALL BESTOW UPON US THE JOY TO END THE NIGHTS OF TURMOIL