Indigens of the Street

We were born in the street
Brought up by carefree parents
Grew up to become natives of the street
As the shadows of darkness comes
Upon the face of the earth
Building uncompleted we hide in

We stand at bust stop
To reap what we did not sow
We are gentle men on the highway
With ammunitions to obtain mans belonging
We work with political vampires
Against their political foes
We disrupt credible election
And obtain ballot boxes
Most literate
Most descent and God fearing
We; men of the underworld

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