They are hungry,
They are without hope..
They live their daily life on alms and crumbs from the garbage.
They don't wash, neither do they bath, going from one place to another with torn shoes and dirty robes.

They ain't opportuned to watch TV.. neither do they go to the salon/saloon.
They roam the street in search of alms and where to rest their raunchy head for the night.
No precious possessions to call their own,
No food, no shoes, not even a shelter..
THEY ARE PAUPERS❗.


The grinding poverty outside, makes them less bothered about the absense of smart phones and gadgets.
They are malnourished,
Various illness flows through their veins...
No formal or vocational education..

They spend their day in the scorching sun with a bowl in their weak hands,
They look retarded.
Waking up in the middle of the night, because of their grumbling hunger..
Alas! The grinding poverty within, sets them back to sleep under the ramshackle roof.. they are used to belly cramp.

They are been molested, raped, tortured, abused and segregated.
They are the slaves,
They have no choice.
Deep down, they want to be FREE.
They are humans like us,
They want formal education, nice clothes and shoes.. they crave for food and shelter.
They want to be LOVED, like others, they want to socialize with people..
Deep down, sadness lingers in their heart.
THEY NEED A VOICE!.

Millions of voices raised in ravot,
Millions in hunger and strife,
There's no bread,
There's no HOPE.
The sick get sicker,
The dying get dead❗.

THEY NEED A VOICE.•
•WE ARE THEIR VOICE.


© Damie.