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In the dusty streets We stand in awe of our achievements Having paved our way out of poverty We celebrate our polished shoes, tuxedo And our shiny mag wheels We are sons and daughters of the poor dad In our minds we have made it in life We are the crème de la crème of society We have forgotten the hunger pangs And the fly infested streets of our former life We care no more We have reached the summit of success We have breached the thick wall of poverty We are unstoppable But wait a minute… The poor are still hungry The vulnerable are full of misery And the elderly are neglected Their heart has no peace As they forage for a piece of life Living under $2 a day They curse the day they were born But wait a minute… It is not our fault It is not our problem But whose problem is it anyway?