They all want a better life
We all want bread, butter too
But it’s getting tough too
Some till, toil all year round
Others just tiptoe, jump fences
As egoists exploit, extort dreamers.
It’s hard, and would be harder
To explicate hardship
Even in “dreamlands” to dreamers.
It’s hard and hard-hitting
To watch, witness with worries
Poverty – people struggling, losing all,
And dying to grab, guard bread and butter
Hard, yes, I’m deeply disturbed
Helpless, yes, I am
But my heart goes to all
Struggling and surviving the odds.