They want to see nothing but the bigger picture,
The one they want,not the one you see.
Your suffering and misery is their pleasures .
Pessimists drowning in animosity,
Are my people trap in mediocrity.
Seeing you struggling and dying in poverty.
Is their wish desires,forgetting their lost course.
They want to see you a slave in servile.
That's the bigger picture my selfish people want.

Forged from steel,I'll fulfill my course,
Born poor so what?. To die poor,for what?.
My soul won't find rest until my purpose come through.
If an egg can have a feet with time,
Then a poor child can defy a dumb society norm.
Impossible it seems but keeping it a dream,
Unrealistic it gleams but the hope within glares.

© Francis watmon