Running and Running and Running...
His legs now disappointing him

Loosing sight of the bus,
He still ran.

Running to catch up with the fast moving bus.

His wares dropping off his head
One by one it dropped off
He continued running.

People laughing,
Making jest of him,
Some had pity on him.

Little did they know that he was running after his money.
Small money but it was millions to him.
A young boy,
He had dreams,
He had visions,
He had aspirations.

But his country failed him,
The government failed him, and he wasn't ready to fail himself too.
Not yet.

He was just a young boy, hawking to survive.