01/05/2026
I told myself
That I will see the fifth month
And I did
The me that seemed stronger
Although weak
But a conqueror
The needs of the past
Although promoted
Will surely be achieved
For the fifth month
Will never disown its own
With wrinkle face
With hope leaking through holes
With hands stretch to the head
I shall never return to mama
For the holy book tells no lies
The fifth month
Even in a corntree
Where dreams are aborted
We rely solely on nature for a change
Nature
The hope of survival
The hope that will never fail
The hope of Justice
Th hope of the poor
Happy new month to y'all β₯οΈπ―β₯οΈπ