You can turn off our heat, You can take the shoes off our feet, You

can turn your back as we wander through the street, But even if some of us fall, You cant starve us all.

You can laugh as we cry, You can roll up your window and drive by, You can roll your eyes and sneer, You can pretend that you dont hear, You can drag your feet and stall, But you cant kill us all.

You can court the money, And try to convince us that were in the Land of Milk and Honey, Maybe to you our poverty is funny, But were not laughing, We tired of empty promises and back-stabbing. You can pretend were nothing at all, But you cant ignore us all.

Mr. President we simply cant go away, Were poor were desperate and were here to stay.

Bfk

2013 Benjamin F. Kaye