Rolling side by side
Moving side by side
Without the sense
Of foolishness
Jumping the fence
Of thoughts
In the darkness
Of their upper chambers
Poverty is the result
Gyrating the future
Of eloquence
At the doorstep of shame
Only to struggle for a future of lime
Shaking the bosom
Of truth
In the corner of newness
Only to forfeit the joy of shame
Buttocks of shame
Buttocks of fame
Mixing the shame
Mixing the fame
In the bitterness of their firm
31st December, 2015