Of the conceited and selfish
To those who hold the good fate
As earned merit,
To those who so think
Have powers over birth, tribe and wealth
Have you walked across our streets brother..,
Seen the woman at the dark corner with kids
All under a tattered blanket in cold?
Did you consider the hawker and cart puller
The latter at the peril of auto-motives
The former just released from county cells this morning
There are children without father
A fate they didn't choose
Accepting the very fact
While some throw away, bread is not a portion to some
A fact clear even before the preparatory school
Some tried to see a class door
But their society has been at war
No schools, or roads to a hospital
It occurs that some had better grades
Than some of what is in the universities
Yet have never got Secondary certificates
Pending debts
I met with a crying mother,
She just lost a husband
Having grown with a divorced mother...
There is a friend i know sister
Who lost a bride on the wedding eve
Someone like you, a man like us...
People Like Us,
Never heard of a former Asian, White or African
No one chose poverty, or says
Yes to orphan-hood
Innocence speaks on the eyes
Of the kids born on streets
To be fatherless is not a choice
People like us
Some without freedom, Some without food
We never chose a hurting marriage
Or to be counted among the poor
Systems fail to favor some
But that doesn't change the fact
These are people like us...
very nice
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