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In some cases,we live like animals We share water sources with cows and goats Even accommodation in other instances The schools our children attend are the worst They hardly achieve any form of formal education While theirs attain world-class best We toil the hardest But still,earn the least It is said that East or West,home is best... But how can I appreciate this,yet in my home,I feel lost?! From the world,we are outcast Many refugees in our land are enjoying better conditions In a land we call home, Our own,our motherland...!!! We,the marginalized are treated like trash Old and rusty beds,and empty medicine shelves in our hospitals They only remember us in times of election,for to them,our faces look like votes What's the appearance of a vote...?!! When they see us,they see different images of votes In their favour,they see ticked ballots Shacks and scanty settlements Haunted slums and ghettos Homelessness too... This is where we thrive With our families,this is where we live The marginalized Their claims of our good welfare are baseless We the marginalized are voiceless No matter how loud,our voices are still unheard After all,our words make no sense Many a time,in our homes,we sleep on empty stomachs But because of constant and steady good feeding,their exotic dogs are bulging Many of us think they are cursed We live to die Alcohol and drugs are our source of assured liberty With these,we gain our momentary empowerment Yes,in life,only death is certain but in our lives,going through the day alive is a big achievement We live in abandonment Child-headed homes and families Single-mothers that are unemployed And single fathers that are disconnected And this is who we are...The Marginalized.
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Jan 22, 2022
Jan 22, 2022 at 1:50 PM UTC
emanzi-ian
The Marginalized
In some cases,we live like animals We share water sources with cows and goats Even accommodation in other instances The schools our children attend are the worst They hardly achieve any form of formal education While theirs attain world-class best We toil the hardest But still,earn the least It is said that East or West,home is best... But how can I appreciate this,yet in my home,I feel lost?! From the world,we are outcast Many refugees in our land are enjoying better conditions In a land we call home, Our own,our motherland...!!! We,the marginalized are treated like trash Old and rusty beds,and empty medicine shelves in our hospitals They only remember us in times of election,for to them,our faces look like votes What's the appearance of a vote...?!! When they see us,they see different images of votes In their favour,they see ticked ballots Shacks and scanty settlements Haunted slums and ghettos Homelessness too... This is where we thrive With our families,this is where we live The marginalized Their claims of our good welfare are baseless We the marginalized are voiceless No matter how loud,our voices are still unheard After all,our words make no sense Many a time,in our homes,we sleep on empty stomachs But because of constant and steady good feeding,their exotic dogs are bulging Many of us think they are cursed We live to die Alcohol and drugs are our source of assured liberty With these,we gain our momentary empowerment Yes,in life,only death is certain but in our lives,going through the day alive is a big achievement We live in abandonment Child-headed homes and families Single-mothers that are unemployed And single fathers that are disconnected And this is who we are...The Marginalized.
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