Debt Driven Youth Poem by Nash Thomas

The days are painful,
Events are painful,
You can see torturing,
Fate will beyour master in torture,
A merciless master to burn you-
Without showing any mark of burning.
Your eyes can show severe threat,
Your face can show severe issues,
Your words are subject to harass,
You may become a doll,
In the hands of merciless fate.
You may thrown away by the fate,
You are mere like a doll in the hands of a child.