Still I Ride

Damn.
Not everyone
is
meant to see
your
glory. Some
came
to just learn your
story.
Some come
and goes in hurry.
this world
seem like
adventure. So
many chronic
years had been
buried.
Screaming better
days. Unfold
the future.🔮
Poverty
isn't the root
of corruption.
But lack
of Gad fear.
I can't stop,
so I'm moving on
as a river keeps flowing
I keep going. life's journey,
mission no hesitation.
Stress birth till death.
I stop when
I dies. But
before I dies
still I rise.
#c9_fm

This poem is about: 
Our world

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