Walking on the deserted street,
I’m tired and the sun is about to fade
I need to stop and call it for the day
In the distance,
I see a small house, a hovel
I reach to its tiny door just about to open
Will they have enough?
For another empty stomach
Again,
I walk on the same street
In the distance,
I see a big house, a manor
I reach to its huge gateway, just about to open
Will I be good enough?
For those fat cats, eating with the knives
Again, I walk on the same street
After long hours, can’t continue so I turn back
Sun is about to rise
Neither did I stop, nor can I walk