My ribs have been broken for decades
but contempt my soul
the journey was so hard but we past through.
if you indeed I won't die


Now let our crops yield as we live
I wish you take care of the
I pray you won't changed.
If you indeed I won't live.


How many will I bear six or seven
but now we accept you
we have started a new era
if you indeed you won't Live.
won't you be there please respect my folks.
© The poem boy, BARRISTER J MONEY