Find yourself
Step by step keep me moving
Find yourself lost in the morning
Among the little boys
Bearer load
Amongst the street beggars
Who scraped the rest of the rice in the garbage
I fell down some where
Carried the global era or crushed by rags
The promise of ruling elections
Where is me
Whether in thousands of huts reot the papa
Or in the wilds ilegalloging our forests
Or being hallucinating with a drug addict
Or licking a lecherous ruler
Or maybe it is being solemnly prayed in the house of worship
Wherever I am I will find you
We have to go home with the morning breeze in the rainy season
Our house is outdated, rats tie increasingly presumptuous
Shock thieves are common
The rat organization is no longer in building D
But in building K
Go home first we talk later
At least a cup of tea and rice uduk is still here
Looking for a strong personality, united in corruption and together to make this nation more advanced, this poem invites anyone who still has a kastrian soul to build this beloved land home. Do not let this country be led by fools.
Thanks to the steemitschool community and special for 
Regards
@Zulacut