Early in the
morning I wake
The sun has risen
once again
The gazelle must
run fast
It must struggle
for its survival
Then I see the
lion
Determined to
outrun the gazelle
Or it gonna starve
to death
No matter who you
are
The race must
continue
As the sun crosses
the earth
In tatters they
dress pondering
For their next move
Not knowing where
their next meal will come from
Some a begging and
some a hawking
Children a’ crying
and mothers a’ weeping
Oh Allah!! Lift
them from the dirt,
Wipe them tears
and make them rejoice
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