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The streets
We scrab through the dirt
because the stomach begs
with no dad to turn to
and no mom to cry to
sniffing glue is an escape
in the pipes that now became our home
The fortunate deprive us of our only home-the streets
because poverty they have not tasted
they do not know the bitterness
of sleeping on an empty stomach,
the shivers of a cold night on the streets,
the egony of a fatherless kid
we got none to blame
because poverty is our friend
© J.Tjondu
because the stomach begs
with no dad to turn to
and no mom to cry to
sniffing glue is an escape
in the pipes that now became our home
The fortunate deprive us of our only home-the streets
because poverty they have not tasted
they do not know the bitterness
of sleeping on an empty stomach,
the shivers of a cold night on the streets,
the egony of a fatherless kid
we got none to blame
because poverty is our friend
© J.Tjondu
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