Day 5 tributes
Hoodlum
No one is born Hoodlum
It is the creation of the state
No one is born a destitute
It is the creation of the state
Where is our commonwealth?
It is in the hands of the greedy few
In nature, there is abundance for all
For the greed, it is never enough
Their quest for more has no limit
Hundred heads for the work
One hand for the profit
A drop for hundred mouths
Shower for a few mouths
In between hoodlums are the birth
The race for survival begins
Every man for himself
Communal Love lost
Fish feeds on fish
Brotherhood
lost its Place
Make it or die trying
Beat them or join them
That is the song
Song of sorrow
The State and all of us
Must rise to our communal duty
that every child is ours
and must be cared for
for everyone to have a night rest
Tell the state to educate them
and not to keep them as political tools
They deserve to have a name
like me and you
Any child can be a hoodlum
Any hoodlum can be a child
It is just a matter of privilege
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