We’re named as the heirs of whores,
We dwell in the slums,where you refuse to step in,
We’re beaten severely,tortured and are confined,which people use to know as our Homeland..
We’re confined wherever we got a little shed to survive.
We’re forced to abandon our land, we’re given a name trespassers,
All we had with us is the crisis of identity, and we turned nomadic to every country.
Our name washed out from our own homeland, and we’re given a shelter anywhere, anyway.
Shelters are made, where it merely nothing but slums,
Where we live a sick life, relocation of our lives got incurable diseases.
We’ve no identity,with which we may named as its countrymen.
And now, we ask you about our recognition….who are we?
Are we trespassers,or prisoners or abundant communities,who deserve no land, no recognition?
And now its our question to you..
From where we came to this planet?
Who’re our predecessors??
Is it the fact, we’re the children of Whores?
Even whores hold an identity,
Even brothels also have a country!
But we didn’t get any name ,nor we got a country!!