Walking a long way to destiny
Lions halt often for a review; a look back
I saw myself puffing, fuming, and gasping.
The age stretches along on the body.
What have I done all through this journey?
Nothing but discard heaps and heaps of garbage.
A lot of litter, many spits, words so harsh
Hurting many in cruel episodes, polluting
At last, I am here waiting for you; losing identity
leaning on a stalk of uncertainty
Give me a hand. Give me a hand.
Rescue me to the fold of your mercy.