The Modern Struggle: The Affluent, The Poor, and The Storytellers
time and time again. light is brightest. to those close. to the fire. flames are warmer. everyone else. fights for what’s left.
give me a little water please. give me a little something.
before I die. let me feel. the coolness quench. get me some justice. it won’t be long.
how many books have been written on backs of others? how many stories have been taken?
is it our job to do so?
can we tell our own story?