THE STREET LIFE
Off you go,
From home you run,
To the big city to own,
A place to grow and sprawl,
Big hopes and leafy dreams,
Of the big city life,
Beautiful cars and homes,
All a moment away.
From the big city you roam,
Endless time and ties,
Looking for crumbs and numb,
The cold morning venomous bite,
Empty stomach rumble,
From the bins you fumble,
A mother and her daughter pass by,
The tips of their fingers on their nose,
Disgusted by unpleasant rose.
This is the city life I dreamt,
Not to live when I came,
No hopes no goals,
Scavenging with mongrels,
No home no hope.