there's nothing else in the fridge I can cook
no rice left in the house, in vain I did look
yesterday we got a red bill for electricity
and whatever happened to your salary?
some rough-looking strangers came a calling
riding their bikes loudly and hollering
that was way past midnight while you slept
I was shaking and scared but I only wept
a broken brick on the window crashed
dripping red paint they also splashed
on the front door and all over the porch
and our rickety old Datsun they tried to torch
who are these people who do such deeds?
will they stop doing it if we go out and plead?
what football bets were they yelling about?
didn't you hear them that they had to shout?
the landlord talked about the rent, my bus fare's due
the sundry shop man wanted to speak to you
the flour, sugar and milk I wanted, he didn't give
what happens to us now, how will we live?
answer me, please say something...dad?