Slum Dweller

They call me Slum dweller I agree not Here was I born Here do I live I've a close knit family People help one another Our shack was built From parts gathered By members of my family And those who lived before It's compact We keep it clean Our people serve In the shops and buildings And form the workforce For factories around Politicians come At election time Promises they make And then disappear We drink water From a tap far off Facilities lacking A matter of adjustment Tourists're brought To see our surroundings Like visiting abandoned homes Affected by a hurricane Can our lives be improved? Yes, by all means Let there be some effort To make this happen.