Let's Give Hope

The gray-haired boys on our street who pipe and peep With rags hanging on their neck …trying to cope All night on banana leaves they stop to sleep They’ve got no cakes nor crumb not even a little hope All day their legs sweep back and forth the town Little folks like them know they have no privilege Their mental make-up and vocal virtues are tied down Their brains and brawns are bound… they’ve got no long leg They’ve got no lamp to see through the dark, Summer swords pierce their nerves and make them upset; Winter drops spanks their bones and make them bark, They are strolling shadows, they never fall nor fret. They wake up each day to hear the songs of sparrows While they’ve got scripts that could make their sorrow cease Let’s get them out of the city of shackles and shadows And make them ALIVE AND WELL AND LIVING IN peace.