Dirt in the eyes

Just a few tarred roads
With many dust y ones
Dirt as hot as a corn cob
Right from the open fire in
Our nostrils and our throats
Feel bitter and sour at once
Taking all these injustices.

Dirt in our eyes
Turning white the two black spot
Blinding even those with lenses.
Dirt that stains and stains our only
White linen and never goes out
Even when applied
The most powerful bleach

Injustice like dirt fills the air
Almost always seen everywhere
Our friends they pose
A just cause to uphold
But deceit and inequality
Born and bread by those
Who claim to be against it

Tears flow from our eyes
More than a pool full
And suddenly all wants to swim in this:
That which came out of the poor