you are a shiny city home for helpless
people.you are Gold to those who can
work by selling what ever they can
sell from empty bottles to cardboxes.
you make us proud by keeping us
alive and being next to our bread
Oh Lord see us through raining days
and keep our burning shacks safe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Profound and moving. Well said. Don