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Where we live dirty
Each one of us sighs
Screams and cries
With our fears, doubts
Weak and weary minds
Begging, buying and borrowing love
That makes us stop to apply
Since erstwhile applications got no reply
We learn to withdraw to our nest,
Likes birds learning to fly
We are happy seeing our kite freely fly
Roaming up so high
Like birds in the sky
But when our blood paints the streets
Babies with guns, and blind
Spurred by guns, gangs and violence
People say, “They are street boys”
Written by: Paul CoolBriz Anjorin
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
