My journey is on and the road is long,
upon the rugged land and villages.
I keep meeting people with dry cracks on their tired faces.
They walk through life quietly.
Their cries are silent and their pain is deep.
They are Godâs special people.
Marked forever to be marginalized by the rich and the powerful.
My Journey is on and the road is steep.
I keep seeing faces that haunt my thoughts.
Looking for an answer.
I see their bodies broken with the harshness of reality.
They live each day through hunger and thirst.
Their eyes have lost hope, as they remain the outcast .
Their tears stay hidden behind poverty.
No one dares listen to their whisper,
and there is no sign of freedom for these deserted folk.
My journey gets harder, and the heat unbearable.
I drive through miles of tree-less land.
Here the children of a lesser God have opened their Doors
to the so-called development pundits, who came in the guise .
They promised milk and honey, and preached about equity.
They have only proved to be agents of globalization.
Who create wider disparity between rich and poor
And speed up the process of a global catastrophe.


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