I was once like a cell tower that connects a region;
But now am like an iPhone without a battery, useless.
If green means on, then nothing turns it on.
Worn out, I lie defeated in dust, thinking about help.
If I am to count on friends in troubled times,
Then I will stop at number zero, to be prudent.
Living among people these days is like being a
yam on a goat's farm that has no feed.
These days people are throwing each other under
The bus easily, only to end up under it themselves.
God! You’re the only constant help in the world;
And without you, we will all be drowning in misery.
By heaven, I tell you it is every man for
Himself these days and God for us all.
Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 4:12 AM UTC
I was once like a cell tower that connects a region;
But now am like an iPhone without a battery, useless.
If green means on, then nothing turns it on.
Worn out, I lie defeated in dust, thinking about help.
If I am to count on friends in troubled times,
Then I will stop at number zero, to be prudent.
Living among people these days is like being a
yam on a goat's farm that has no feed.
These days people are throwing each other under
The bus easily, only to end up under it themselves.
God! You’re the only constant help in the world;
And without you, we will all be drowning in misery.
By heaven, I tell you it is every man for
Himself these days and God for us all.
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