There is no roof above the head

There is no means of getting feed

Daily folks are being sent to the bend

To all these there seem to be no end.

The wears are now but withered rags

At the curves the sewing sags

Reliance regresses to bent-down boutique

With a little stitching it will surely fit.

Darkness drowns the crib, the fridge, nude

Life indeed has become very crude

They wish it all a big jest

Till laid to eternal rest.

Crime perpetrated before the protectors,

Death invited in by the healers,

Clan clothed men serving as masters

Over a community they regard as bastards.

Widely acclaimed is the pain

Strong a will must be to remain sane.

But amidst the clamour for change

No lips dare to kick off the bargain.

The moans and groans escalate

But the person will not retaliate.

All hearts hope unto a miracle

Seeking to reach that great pinnacle.

If they will not agitate for their emancipation,

Nor stand up against oppression

If they continue on the part of resignation,

Then for them there is no salvation.