Strike of Life

In this country of dust and loud mouths,

Where the streets are crowded with whispers and shouts,

I stumble through chaos, they push and they shove,

And the ones who torment me think it’s love.

The politics stinks, a circus, a show,

Every promise they make is a lie I know.

Local gypsies mock, push, and shove,

As if my life’s not enough, as if I don’t deserve love.

But I’ll strike back in my own kind of war,

With my shockproof tablet, my armor in store.

A phone that survives every fall and each tear,

A console to escape from this mess and despair.

I’ll hug my plush elephant, small but so brave,

Carry my backpack, my carry-on, my safe enclave.

I am grown yet a child, both fierce and free,

This is my rebellion, my reality.

So watch me, world, I’ll carve out my space,

I’ll survive your chaos, I’ll win my own race.

With gadgets and cuddles, with laughter and fight,

I’ll turn this debility into my own light.