You Shall Rise! Poem by Changez Ndzai

I know your heart is troubled,
Problems increasingly mumbled,
No money no job to be fumbled,
The little you have also is bubbled.

You slept without food to be gabled,
Hustling from one corner warbled,
Things are tight and rough trembled,
Hope for the best in future reassembled.

Fight too hard never seize unassembled,
Even if your stomach was last time rumbled,
Your sweat is precious to be ennobled,
Push very hard and make it fine tabled.

You will win keep moving even if tumbled,
One of this fine day you will be cobbled,
You will come out of this poverty cabled,
You are a winner not a looser enfeebled.