We're not opulent nor gilded,
We do not have what it takes to be classy and live in luxury,
Dept encircle the neck of our dear parents,
Surrounded by wealthy individuals
Still, it makes no difference
Daily bread we cant afford
Engaging ourselves in compulsory fast and hunger strikes
Just for us to survive the ordeal we've found ourselves in.
The rich tour round the world with desired things at fingertip
Ceremonies costing lots of fortunes,
Still,
Siblings poor and neglected
Ashamed to make known their relationships cause,
Its in inverse
Familial travels we cant embark
Cause, we're born into poverty
Thanks to uncles,
Who never to hammering "keep working hard"
With aunties encouraging us to be the best we can be
Assuring us of a future bright and better.
Nevetheless,
We'll keep working hard to be whom God want us to be
If its true table turns
Then,
With humility, perseverance, hard work and honesty.
We' ll be great someday
We have only this chance for this contest, never again will i come back
It isn't our fault if we were born into poverty, but it would be our fault if we die in it
Just conceive this into your hearts, irrespective of what you are passing through, never forget God and remain focused.