for the small boy with a sign
standing where cars stop and go
“homeless please help”
amahoro, amahoro
where rains come crashing down
and sliding mud kills those below
in a jungle far away
amahoro, amahoro
when a virus takes the parents
of African children with nowhere to go
they have less than nothing
amahoro, amahoro
where a heavy heart weeps alone
so burdened by sorrow
where has hope gone?
amahoro, amahoro
for the calloused hands trembling
after years of hard labor
yet no rest for the weary
amahoro, amahoro
for an untouchable people
the “lowest of low”
unaware of their value
amahoro, amahoro
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