LIFE ON THE STREET


Stumbling down an empty street everyday

He learns to survive

From a district where survival was art

Hopes and dreams shattered

With the black clouds covering the sky

With heavy sulphuric air blowing making people die

He did what he had to, to stay alive

He steal, he lies

He did what he had to, or else he dies

Looking at his reflection on the mirror

He sees the face of a child running in fear

People ignoring him

For they are too caught up with money and greed

But he kept three words in mind

NEVER ACCEPT DEFEAT!

For if you do, you die on the street

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