The poor lives
In a one room shack
Back in the old days
When poverty strikes hard
The woman cuts wood
The children have to forgo food
Living on white rice porridge
Still happy to be alive
When it rains
The roof leaks
The pails will bring in
Storing up the water
The poor lives
In a one room shack
Back in the old days
The children hope for a good life
The years flow quickly
The children grow up
One passes away
When her mother can’t afford medical
treatment
She is young aged 3 years old
The adorable girl her mother loves
her a lot
She never gets her chance to see her
world
She dies living in a one room shack
Now the children all grown up
They live their separate lives
Brothers and sisters only meet
Only on occasions coming in
Will they remember?
The hard living in a one room shack?
Living on white porridge
Dreaming of a better life ahead
They don’t talk
about it
Leaving back in
their memories
The poor lives in a
one room shack
When poverty
strikes hard but they survive
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