These wanderers
These young men with no names
These decaying walking humans
They died and are wasting right before our eyes.

Our sons
They lie, they stab, they snatch, they beg
For a living
They puff, they use, as those substances become one with their blood
Altering their DNA.

They slipped out of our homes to become street dwellers
Urban nomads, destination nowhere
Sons we can’t show off, sons we can’t avoid
They live in the decaying corners of our civilisation.

Bring back our boys
Bring back our future, return our voice
Give us a chance, give them a choice
Bring back our joyful chorus.

For in these ones dwell a destiny to fulfill
I know you may not see it
It is hard to see it myself
But they were put here for something greater.


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