Tears of the Poor

Everyday as I walk down The feeble passage Across the center of poverty Where it perfume gives An awful smell Voice echoes vulnerability I cry helplessly with helplessness I can view every episode of your Struggle I always suffer migraine As fed up is my brain As it worsen into brain drain I cry very loud enough My stomach wall crushes My heart beat doubles it vibration My retina retires its vision Rage colours my eyes red I feel like this world is not as fair As the fairytales of the unconcerned Citizens Who always flip their channels To watch this series each day It seem to them a reality show So they sit in their airy first class Environment comfortably Confirming their country has won Crown of poverty So they title her Queen I would cry in shame if am to be their persona I would keep mute my stinginess Cos it smells really awful Lifting your Banners of ruthlessness in the sky Distracting the oxygen of hopefulness We will never kowtow to Your unconcerned attitudes Cos our blood of hope and courage Gives us the motivation To dig deeper the grounds of gold The valley of diamonds And the river of oil We will never let our heads down And we will never crumble Our hands to your sighting We will never give up We will never give up We will never give up We will never give up Till our wreckage hour hand Strikes 12.