Hope beyond the streets

In our hunger we feed them
In our want we provide for them
In our illiteracy we educate them
We are in the gutters with them
We are in the streets with them
We are all beaten by the rain
And have our equal share of the sun’s torturing rays
Yet we preserve them as the pearl in the merchant’s land
We hold them dearly like David’s first stone –
Our light out of this momentary darkness
Our rest out of this ephemeral labour
Our wealth out of our scarcity
We see in them keys to open the homes to our rest
Where ne’er under falling rains to cry
Nor under sun’s tormenting rays to sweat and sigh
We see in them honourable men and women –
Our dignity, out of this ignoble state!
So we rise
We fight
We sigh
And sometimes cry
But we never give up moving!