Look at the values we natured,
The good deeds we habituated...
The love we injected into the hearts of our children...
Faded and wasted on sin...
Look at our hard work mock us.
See what the children have become wild as...
How they dress, relate and treat the things around them....
I cry for my children , their children and the generation after them.
Dear ones, listen to this cry.
I don't want to leave caustic material...
And hate as the chemical reaction in the air,
Go back to the values, habits and customs that can still be put out there...
Love, care, and appreciate life.
May God help you do so.





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