It’s here, right in front of us, it’s here The repressed being of our society With its ugly head comes poverty
Deep sockets filled with tears
5. Telling a million tales of sorrowful years
It’s here, right in front of us, it’s here
with its frail limbs, even though tender fondling at its mother’s udder
void of the second state of matter
10. with every thought, of survival
It’s here, right in front of us, it’s here
Poverty, at our feet ready to wash clean
On it, its instrument to have our estate clean
it’s a part of us, however its continuity
15. from the son of man, has been established
It’s here, right in front of us, it’s here
In a city with kings and chiefs, it lies
A cathedral never weary to collect its tithe
And the faithfuls holding on to their zhakat
20. It’s here, a part of us, a part of our lives
it’s here, right in front of us, it’s here
what then shall I do? When it comes to search
to my bed shall I run and hide?
Or expel it with the sole of the hide?
25. Maybe excuse it with a dime.
It’s here, right in front of us, it’s here
From whence I stand, I weep no more
Setting out to fulfil the father’s obligation
My neighbour to love as myself
to display not the stock of my shelf
30. Why? Because it’s right here in front of me.
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