The street boy.

I'm that boy that walk on the street so dejected.
Living in a nation where the leaders don't look upon their subject, only theirs desire is to eat from nation cake.
Should I live in abject proverty?
No, I'm going to Join the street!
Cus every imperfect still exist in humans.
I studied with flying colour
But the leaders don't want to see honour.
My mother keep hope alive in her heart
And cuddle me to her encouraging breast Saying"There are bad men in the street;Be sensible and work toward your dream.
Face your dream not desire for more wealth.
I...