We are the natives of the street, engulfed by snares of the mighty
Helpless us but hopeful we are
Day-by-day we tarry long
Waiting to survive the shackles of the street
Hope not hate!


We are blind but yet we see
We see because our dream points us to the wonders of the street
But that never make us lose sight
Hope not hate!


Our pain, others gain
They make us peasants to enrich their ill-gotten potB*
Gomorrah rises, Sodom falls
That never change the true us
Hope not hate!


Tell Mr. President we need care
Tell Governors we need love
Tell Ministers we need warmth
Tell the great men of the city we are hopeful
We are voice that must be heard
Hope not hate.

© Gemid 2019