I
look every where
I
see a need so much to be done
And
am so concern about it all
The
state and standard of living
Among
people
Out
of the street of our city
Children
hawking its touches my spirit
My
heart aches for them there’s a within
My
soul felt sympathizing for their ones
Spending
their early years earning end’s meat
Then
I turn my eyes to the other sides
I
see pregnant women hawking
Carry
their wears
Some
on their head…… others on their hand
In
that condition still hawking from street to street
But
why all this
Can’t
there be a way out of this
What’s
the nation, leaders those in government
Doing to all this happening
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