Song of Pain

In the midst of one crowded city
A grungy woman comforted herself
near a shop's entrance
She was not shy
Neither of her rags
Nor of her duty -
Her song she sang
She sang from dawn to dusk
SONG OF PAIN!!
The rattling of the few nickels in her
plate was her beat
The crying of the infant strapped on
her back was her back up vocals
"Ndibatsireiwo vanhu vamwari" was her chorus
She composed it for us
Her song of pain.

A few more nickels in her plate
Her benefits (for the day) not even a meal!
Her gain from the day's work

In her rags of poverty
Not stupidity
Her song of pain she sang
Her song of pain she sings
Her son of pain she can forever sing
Her song of pain.