We are wanderers
Wondering without homes
We are rats eaten by cats
For our sacks are homes for rats
We think of money
To make it out of wretchedness
Success is the hard work of hard work
I have toiled day and night
No money to be found no friend to see
We toil day and night without rest
We toil to reach our unlimited needs and wants
Education the rich maker
Said to be the easiest way of making money
I have studied hard
But only paid by unemployment
Are we sons of poverty?
Because we have tried without reward
Why keep on moving?
Since I can't conquer my needs
I have not eating; is it clothing?
Why is poverty our twin brother?
Why has our fathers choosing to be poor
Why is my struggles quenched?
Whykeep on hustling?
Victims of poverty we are
Seeking ways to make it
But not as easy as it seems
We are sheep without a shepherd
Why is money the ultimate?
Without it you are nothing
And cannot be recognized
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem