The Low and The Mighty (Coming soon)

in de bigining

Wons Upon a tim coz dats ow all storeees start. Der wos de world, shurly u no dat ser. De sam world both u an me liv in. u will reemember wat it wos lik cos ur older dan me.

A world ful ov injustiz. Out der is a world we can but dreem ov. Food to gorj on, edjucayshon for everywon not jus de ritch.

Bt most ov de world is impovertee. In de past you may reemember wen de world wos veree blak an wit, ovr der it wos ritch, ere its poor. Parentleee it wos mor lik dat, not dat simpol bt esier dan todays klas sistem.

Dis world as always been unfayr as de ritch get ritcher de poor get poorer. It wos possibol to mov beetween de klasis bt it wos ard. I is told ur won ov de luky wons hoow got owt wen de invashun apened. I nos ur not ritch by any meens bt u ar much moor fortuoonat dan me.

U may struggol but me frend tells me u ave a roof bove yoor ead. Us got work an u no u wil get at leest won meel a day.

I thinks dis wood be a good tim to introjuce meself properlee. I be won of dem dos peepol to poor to even liv evin in extreem povertee lan. I liv in a tree wiv menee menee overs, we col it de dump. We ar in the forist wer no won gos xcept dos dumpers - as we col dem. Dey abanden oll sorts, food, cloves, tools an lots of over tings I dont no wat dey ar.

Wivowt de dumpers ar peepol wood be in evin wers stat. De elders maks pray to de dumpers we are veree gratful. Bt it just not enuf.

I do ope u understand, I woodnt bover u if I didnt beleeve u wil elp. I will contact u agayn shortlee. Fanks

Translation

In the beginning...

Once upon a time because that's how all stories start. There was the world, surely you know that sir. The same world both you and me live in. You will remember what it was like because your older than me.

A world full of injustice. Out there is a world we can but dreem of. Food to gorge on, education for everyone not just the rich.

But most of the world is in poverty. In the past you may remember when the world was very black and white, over there it was rich, here it's poor. Apparently it was more like that, not that simple but easier than today's class system.

This world has always been unfair, as the rich get richer the poor get poorer. It was possible to move between the classes but it was hard. I is told your one of the lucky ones, who got out when the invasion happened. I know your not rich by any means but you are much more fortunate than me.

You may struggle but my friend tells me you have a roof above your head. Yous got work and you know you will get at least one meal a day.

I thinks this would be a good time to introduce myself properly. I be one of them, those people too poor to even live in Extreme Poverty Lane. I live in a tree with many many others, we call it the dump. We are in the forest were no one gose except those dumpers - as we call them. They abanden all sorts, food, cloves, tools and lots of other things I don't know what they are.

Without the dumpers, our people would be in an even worse state. The elders make us pray to the dumpers - we are very grateful. But it's just not enough.

I do hope you understand, I wouldn't bother you if I didn't believe you will help. I will contact u again shortly. Thanks