As I look at faces on our streets,
I see hunger,
I see suffering,
I see humiliation,
I see neglect.

They are mourning,
cursing those that imported doom,
They say there were leftovers,
In their kitchens.
Now times have changed.

As I look at faces on our streets,
I see oppression,
I see deceit,
I see victims of tyranny,
I see forsaken massess,

They are weeping,
lamenting lost hope,
Lost pride,
Lost dreams.

As I look at faces on our streets,
I see people frustrated,
I see people tricked,
I see people enslaved,
I see people whose future are mortgaged.

They cry each day,
They weep each day,
They say there's suffering in the land.

Emeka Chike Nwogu