Have you seen us lately?
The way we walk is absurd
confusing like the mathematics topic surd
don’t laugh i beg you secretly.
Have you seen our school bag?
More like a village farmer’s bag
patches and holes are the design
more like a poor man navigating sign.
Have you seen our clothes?
More like a tattered granny’s mat
the holes on it was made by our room-mates, Rat!
Munching and tearing like a sweet harvested oats.
The street knows the smell of our foot,
’cause our sandals are torn beyond cobbler’s repair
yet we have no intention to relieve it of its despair
like glue it stuck to our foot.
We are the native of the street
the map are carve on our palm
we’re the street urchin
affirmatively, we dont know the taste of chin-chin.
Source: Enigmatic Global Concept