I choose life and choose to survive,
And do what is in my power to live.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.

So I scraped a few coins and bought buai,
As my only lifeline to survive in city,
A path to economic equality,
Rather live on sweat of toil than beg.

I brave the sun's noonday heat,
And peddle my goods near offices for buyers,
With my sun baked face oblivious to danger,
Hoping to receive a few bucks from my sale.

Then I'm cornered by a police van,
Chased like a common criminal,
Beaten to the ground like a dead dog,
Robbed of all I treasured and carried.

Left broken, battered and wounded,
More desolated and an inconsolable soul;
By the custodians of the nation’s laws,
That prey off the hapless in society.

If I'm chased and hunted a like bird,
If my only crime is selling buai on the street,
What about the ‘fat cats’ who siphon millions?
Where is justice for the vulnerable in society?