Hello

Hello! 
          You seem to have made 
me a forgotten memory,
          But I’m a reality, that you never realize is
          Right in front of you,
still you choose to be blind 
Hello! 
          You drive by me every morning 
After you've had a nice dream
          But I, during the night is pardoned
By nature's breeze. 
          You get filled with luxury 
While I yawn for the crumps
          That never reaches my feet 
Hello! 
          I've been isolated 
          We've been isolated 
          Tanned with a lasting stigma 
That flows through our children 
    Do we never come across your minds? 
Even for a sec? 
        We are peasants
The only ones who never get to their dreams
Hello! 
          We are trash seen on rags
       And waste bins that will get rotten in time
Irritating blue dogs
      Disgusting sour eggs 
Forgotten creatures of the void planet
Cold bricks of woods
Hoping to die frozen
Leafs to cover our disdained skins. 
Hello! 
          Our voices turns to echoes
          Our children sinks to the depths of the sea
They yawn for the walls of education, but are burnt.
       You sneeze into our poverty
     We never even get the chance to dream or imagine 
Neither do we relax our mindless minds
Because we don't lay with both eyes closed.
   So if the rulers of the night 
        Comes visiting to dominate 
The little we've survived
      We could race to somewhere else
However, we race to the bridges,
  The bridges full of monstrous monsters
Same lane you dance by
       Seeing us flying with our plates or non.
you tied your heads to the train 
   Keeping them straight and glued to the front road
        Like you never saw any living insects
            On the streets of Vegas 
Hello! 
          Yes we are homeless!
           Yes we are hopeless!!
         But we are not dreamless,
How long shall you pretend? 
   That you lack the capacity to set us free
          Free like a bird
Have you no compassion for us? 
       You could make our dreams come true
But you put them on wears and holds
       Letting our talents
    Fall down the way side
Our music, to the dogs
Our raps, to he bedbugs
Our crowns, to the mosquitoes 
        Are we not worthy of good living?  
    Or has life itself thrown us
To the den of bees? 
Hello! 
              How long shall we suffer? 
              How long shall you forget?

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