The Lost Ones


The Lost Ones

Imprisoned by the dream of
A paradise in Europe and America
We went forth in search of it
Slaves we became to our Caucasian brothers

Their streets we swept clean
Just for a pittance
Jobs we wouldn’t take up at home
We did without complaining
Just for a pittance

Limbs shivered from the cold
Our bodies exhausted from the hard work
We trudged on hoping against hope
That one day we would save
Enough to return home with dignity
To be praised by those at home

Alas this was never to be
For high bills from utilities
And living expenses
Brought to futility our effort
And the akoro-beto we became
The can-never go home of our time



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