In the streets

I live in the streets, where every scream is mine,

Every smile is known to me, into me these live, forever and ever, till the day when we rise up

Let our visions steer our eyes, why does why one cry? When hope is lost, and words stutter. Every word that these streets utter is for a cause, a cause not written but written deep into the hearts of those who believe.

Believe in the future which doesn’t discriminate based on how you look, the deaf halls of money shook, when we marched in solidarity for those martyred in those halls.

I see people protesting outside a mansion, calling on me to join,

Because they believe in their will to do what is right, their might in their fists,

Which disagree with calls to smite but only to walk a long road which leads them to a better place,

A place not dominated by masters, whipping their servants into service,

Brothers and sisters in a fight for their survival, kill each other for the last bite of the bread thrown to the ground from the heaven of abundance

There is a river that flows, yet only water drips down to those in need

               

One day, these streets will rise against every act of injustice committed under the sun, because justice itself isn’t done with those who broke the society for the weight of their coffers

Taking everything these streets had to offer, and leaving nothing for those, who grow up in its shade,

Who welcomed them with open arms have found themselves without a limb, my streets cannot walk anymore, under the weight of the world crashing on their shoulders, these streets must rise before they die.