We pray with hope but no faith,
Living in dreams or awake
we no know,
All we got is the living soul
That we pray for everyday and every night.

We tell all our worries in stories,
From memories of the old, we reminisce,
On days we room was swept by pain
That made we tears fell like thy rain.

Mind awake whiles body asleep
More than most within, taking the mind deep
Poverty is creating my slavery
Poor victims living free in misery.

Enoch Owusu Gyamfi

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