The Poor Complaining
We stay with flies
where water flows,
and floats every time.
When it begins to rain,
it's us to suffer
and the families of ours
who has no hope to be like you.
we sleep like dogs
near toilets and garbage,
and each day we continue to suffer
as if we are not human beings.
Our sons and daughters,
they have no access to education
and when they fell sick,
they have to die!
We have no money
to buy food and drugs,
and those who can try
they can't make it forever.
Who bewitched us?
We cry without help
though we are the first
to give you the votes.
Please just be kind to care about us.
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