It’s not enough to want,

The streets beg the questions.

It’s not enough to beg,

The streets own the night.

No choice between mothers and whores

But how will the children know?

We can walk

They can stalk

But where do the hungry go?

To fence in the market

Past the alleys in rows

To sell us their troubles and woes

Through the streets to their children

With dreams beneath their feet

May children go hungry,

To please their slumber deep?