THE STREET LIFE

We are black naggers

On the street full of beggars

Life is hard, making most of us waggers

Don’t forget most of us are twiggers

So we hit the street, so our babies will feed

A day sick, the household bleeds

So we struggle with all kinds of breeds

A few noble ones, the rest full of greed.

At sunset, we rush home with our little vittle

Though not enough, it's quite a mantle

We would watch our babies guttle

A sight that sometimes makes us tootle.

We do this so our children won’t end up as street urchins

Though sometimes we wished to be consumed in our sleep by griffins,

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We will never give up, even in our pains

For our children see us as paladins.

By: Isaac Cobbinah

Songs of Hope
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