Under the bridge
The homeless sleep
Oblivious to the traffic
Group of many no place to seek justice
Come from afar
Looking for the pot of gold
Caught of lies and empty promises
Stranded on an alien country
No money to go home
The fly by night operators
Fleeced the foreigners
Promising them work
Nothing when they arrive
Empty promises dreams shattered
Of tiny pieces so far away from home
Then we hear reports of maids
Forced to have sex before payment
Of the employers seeking extra gravitations
Of the poor women seeking a living
For own families back home
The land of opportunities
Sullied by the greed and bully
Amongst the flock in our midst
Bringing it a bad name for the country
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