I was walking yesterday
I am now,
And I will be tomorrow,
Nothing has changed,
We're hopeless and starved yesterday,
We're hopeless and starving now,
Day changes, the sun changes its course
But we move on to the same dusty road
in search of handy chores
to hear the jingle in our pockets.
The stakes were different at different times.
Earlier it was thirst and hunger,
Now is the fight against stillness,
We cannot stop.
The houses that we built
The families that lived in it
barricaded from moving ahead,
But we must move on.
The vehicles, the baton, the air, the iron,
the hands of rich and politicians equally
noosing our neck, rammed us in desperation,
As we vowed not to stop.
Our sweat and blood wicks the lamps
glowing in those homes,
We are the horses that pulled these lifeless cities,
the moon shadowed under its corruption.
But we cannot compromise,
My life depends on the walk,
And I have to walk.
We cannot stop.
We must walk.
For those who stop withers early.