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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Ragged and funny In dire need of money I bruise the pot-holed streets of the city Maiming the waste-filled alleys and dirty Daily I play hide and seek with death on the razor-sharp edge of humanity. Once I had a home Now I cannot pay the dues Once I went to college Now I cannot pay the fees Once I had a wife Now I cannot afford the price Poor the result of no economic emancipation Bound to the street because of some people's creation In a vacuum-filled belly I try the robber's invention Oouch! I cry in incaceration This cry , my cry, I cry Bound to the street, is it God's case Bound to the street, the street my place Bound to the street, the street I hate Eyes closed, tears drop The drama of my sleeping mystery unfolding before my mental eyes like a tapestry I ravish and languish in hunger Feeding on left-overs Left by generous shoppers Hungry I was, am and still will be The history but of themhitherto societies is a history of class struggle and exploitation. How shall I leave the street struggle In such a society tailor-designed to suffer the helpless Where the should-be-helpers Are the pioneers of the exploitation, Suppression and oppression of the defenceless As for me and my street-mates We will travel along singing a song The song, my cry. Bound to the street, is it God's case Bound to the street, the street my place Bound to the street, the street I hate I come from far further I am not a bird of your further You are a son to your father You are your mother's daughter I have non to call father or mother Neither to call sister nor brother But pay no attention to criticism like weather Rather lets read the holy book together Ang gather as a congregation together The bread as you gather Lets break share and eat together. Until we harness a new philosophy I will always cry This cry my cry. Bound to the street, is it God's case Bound to the street, the street my place Bound to the street, the street I hate
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