Long ago, we strived to find
shelter and food to survive.
We went up and came down.
Through the lane of pinches
where it’s paltry needles
We walked in stressful ways.
and there has been no fair
change for a long time.
My brother and I myself
We grieved highly and low.
Because we want to find green
and white for our impending
And our coming future took a long
But we drank salty water.
And we ate rotten cassava.
And we survived still in the sun.
Unexpectedly, we found that
Yesterday came to us in a blue
Because my brother is left
He went to the next level.
Leave me with one or none.
waiting for me to leave as well.
I want to immigrate to faraway nations
where my speeches will be heard
as my brother's speech is heard.