Poorness sweep us over, as we live we
Can’t leave it back, it stuck on our backs,
We swing, swirl in its mud, lives us to be
Somebody of nothing. Pushes us
In the corner of get to, hard to escape.

We feel oppressed, hard to climb the ladder,
Running to bed on weightless stomach.
Kids live with kwashiorkor, none nutrition
Thin leg and neck, endless diseases..

Its nonresistance, hard to cope
Government cast in edibles, RDPs we suffer,
Bring desires and des res .