In the dark quarters of the world
Neither light nor life
But anxious to live
Dreams are shapeless

In my neighbourhood
I struggle to impress
While others work to suppress
I live in others’ pockets
Envying my neighbour’s cooking pots

On my road to nowhere
I met the poor little boy
I counted ribs on his chest
His stomach is a den of lions
Roaring day and night
People are starving

Why are we so lamented?
How long would we be tormented
Light the candles right now
As the symbolic flame of love
For those infected and affected
By HIV and aids

Chaos is walking the land
People are being used
Things are being loved
Our birth is only our death begun