(NOT SO)SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE

When the dinner is the only
Friend in a hostile day
When the fight for identity
Gets lost to bread's necessity

The mirage also not perfect
In their desert's dry oasis
They fight tooth and nails
Just to lose their coat of arms

The tracks a symbol of path
Of constant degradation
Path with no promise of a destination
For the children born in trash
Life is the biggest tyranny

Smiles their meager makeups
Covers up the hardened wrinkles
Surrogate child of destiny
Luck is their unfaithful spouse

Dreams abnegated in chase of survival
Every man for self the life motto
Poverty a term in eyes of rich
Way of life for people down below

This ain't no fairy rabbit hole
No mad hatter to help alice roll
Vicious traps decorate the interior
Death come fast heal the warrior