Along lonely roads we roam
Going after the well-off
Trying to find aid at their feet
Yet we find none.
Plodding in filth and poverty
We are marooned and lynched
As we look at the stars like everyone else
Even nature has no place for us
Our backbone is no bone
We have gone places in our dreams
Been dead in our nightmares.
How we laughed, seeing those who shun our company
Weep by our remains with candour
The love we yearned, was lavished on our remains
Our lungs burst with laughter
The only time we have smiled.
Tomfoolery in our death brigade
A sight their tear-battered faces were;
Locked in total sullenness
Death gave us a status or none
Happiness, we realise is not achieved by the snap of fingers
We are called the crazy creatures
Drivers of fancy cars of filth
The forlorn friends of flies
Effigies of disgrace.
We stand down and throw our hands up
Never cut out for the life we seek.
Finally we keep hope dead.