Bleak

Their future is bleak
 Some going to be crook
 Some will be freak
 Their language is filthy
Bodies are weak
Gathering the crap
Sleeping on a street
 Division persist
 Outlasting the cry for rights
 No matter black or white
 Rights are denied
Filling their stomachs
 With our leftover food
 Clothes are dismal
Words from us are rude
 Justice is luxury
They are not allowed to buy
 Cruelty is a packet of gift
 Which we all happily provide
 Their timeless pain always extend
 So do their hands asking for a penny to lend !