Others like me
Think of people like you
Its ourselves we don't see
What else can we do?
You takeover our land
The city and streets
We lend you a hand
In sweltering heat
Now you've got what you want
For the moment I'm sure
Sustain you it won't
There isn't a cure
So I'm headed out ma'am
Not to worry at all
If you ever need anything
I'm sure I will call
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, heartfelt. When did you write this?