Being born on the wrong side of the tracks, looking across them, seeing neon lights as they beckon hearts to break away the shackles and restraints holding poor people on the wrong side of the tracks.
Never wanting poverty to play alongside rich children, but what difference does it really make, for aren't we all born equal as an integral part of humanity, we're all just mere human beings after all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem