Faraday Poem by Jody Britoe

Its a struggle as I walk through
Its heartache seeing a boy with no shoes,
I kno' he feels his of no use
I still wonder, was it his choice to choose?

I shed a tear for my rasta brother
His fixing shoes jus to ease his hunger,
His so full of life...
Yet... others claim so much wrong in puffing 'Dagga'
For me? That's medication if u suffer

Alleys packed!
Every black trying to make his decent stack
I see the pain penetrating through their blooded eyes
To keep warm?
There's fire burning that's for winter time.

Packets full of rubble carried by some young boy
To get some glue, to make it thru... That gives him joy
I think thats a way to lose his apetite,
Its heart throbing,
Knowing...
I go home, eat with fork and knife.

Everydays a different pain, as I find my way
It makes me wonder...
Does the president see it in the same way?
'Cause many in that one block tend to suffer
If we expand, picture many others.

Through the grey clouded smoke,
I hope and pray for a better day,
Although...
It seems far if u in Faraday.