Eh.... poverty!
A nature and life illness
It's hellish to human beings
It's comes in an unexpected way
And I call thee to leave
My people reject you
Enemies of my father's
It makes one feels empty
Anger comes in range
It makes war comes over people minds
In the days of stress and we were told to work
And when we do,
You were gone
Like a wrath of death
To live in a flash of storm
Where you will never return
Today you are back
With thunder you strike
Because you bring sorrow
Who make my people cry
You will forever be destroyed
But I shall work all day
Never to come close to you
