TESTIMONIAL

Every night,
I'll write,
In spite,
The less might,
I wrote this piece,
Cos, I caressed for peace,
20-18, the third of December,
I know it will be a night to remember,
Cos we all slept sobbing,
On a synthetic mat with our body aching,


It was amazing;
The worms in our stomach played the strings,
While we chorused along with tears,
With zero thoughts than a hope for the morrow
As normal as the rest I coined struggle,
That when paid, can be viewed with a hassle.
This piece I've written for life to see,
My year God knows, the world will see me beam .