Though we're nobody, dejected, and rejected,
Yet we're thankful and optimistic of a brighter tomorrow.
Our families and friends left us because we're nobody,
We're seen everywhere you go like the cloud in the sky,
Living our lives like the chameleon on the streets.
We became part of you and you became part of us like the air you breathe.
We're never tired or remorseful of living.
Each day becomes a blessing unto us,even though our bellies are empty and we have no means of survival,
Yet we're optimistic.
The rich sees us and looked down on us like we're not of God, but we never lose hope,
Even though they live in mansions, we're sleeping in our comforts under our tents and road sides.
They change clothes like chameleon, we're satisfied with our rag-like clothes.
They're seen in their exotic cars as big
as an aged python, we're satisfied trekking on foots even with nothing on.
They're the rulers looting our treasuries, forgetting it's our birth right,
They keep expanding their tents through our existence.
We may be nobody and dejected, but we have an assurance of a better tomorrow,
Where we shall all be equal and share in the splendour of our coming king.
