Just the Way We Are

JUST THE WAY WE ARE When on Friday morn' we woke up hastily children rushed to school parents rushed to resume work heavy traffic hopping from one bus to another hiked transport fares were hurridly forgotten and town hall meetings we must attend classes take backdrops raindrops mixed with teardrops fell on our cheeks three years of hard work retracted who do we tell our silent sobs wasted midnight candles burnt whilst we tried to meet new promotion templates is it a crime to work hard? is it a crime to remain in the dark continent? or is it... just the way we are.