Out-Cry
How will our mood be good
When we have no good food
We have no jobs
So we sleep like mobs
They say we are lazy
And we give up easily
Some of us then turn to touts and criminals
Our pupils, we send to streets and terminals
Some bring us token
But the law they've all broken
Most of us struggle hard
Sunshine or raining we work like mad
Though we laugh more than cry
Support them and the country
We ask, God why this big gap and unfairness?
But Mosques churches and shrines we go to ask for forgiveness
Country of ours we vote to suffer
Country of theirs to oppress with tender
They bribe traitors vaillians and we are in discord
If not revolution will have taken place in accord
One day e go better is our motto
The words we heard were on our forefathers grottos.
Poetry by kid
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Written on 2006-11-02 at 13:09
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