Mi Gente

I cry for my people the ones
living in poverty
whos cries
can be heard throughout the city streets
the youth who sell drugs
so they can have a meal at night
yet the world looks down upon my people
and says they are thugs and criminals
but no one knows
why they do what they do
it's to survive!
to make it through another day
but people do not listen
and they isolate my people
making them a minority
the world turned their backs on them
long ago
they are now simply
children of war