#YOUTHCRYING.

A walk on the street don’t miss that class, picture of a mother struggling, questions coming why?? Can’t they believe in me like someone did for the them, busy streets, scavengers they forgot it’s two sided, sons of the less fortunate “lazy we are, they said”, but the system made us. Don’t blame us the “system” at a crossroad, the pain was felt but we all assumed it was normal to cry, gone!!, who?? the midwife says she wasn’t told true we all kept quiet, blindfolded to think the baby was coming, fooled “ kumbe ilikua ni vitambi” religion taught us to trust and believe, a kid crying to survive need a better system not hope, true it’s opium, “puff” only to an addict, this streets need change new slogan gave them power we all celebrated “making more dwellers again” shackled, I see light at the…… prisoners of our own visions deliverance coming kept hoping, does hope grow?? If it were it would be taller than our motherland, craftsmanship our forefather new, greed of inheritance gone to their grave, footstep dead is the culture. Hope feed society, sweat!! we did more than them, demons calling death bed visions, I will make it ghost of hope hunting slow death subjection, story of a boy from that society that we all know, why not one of us, make us believe. It’s us against….  society of who I know and not what I know chained to generations, secrets of dead man calling our conscious will strength gone, desert traveling it’s water we need. Don’t just inspire help to inspire. #YOUTHCRYING.