I wake up in the morning 
And see blood on the dining 
It is the blood of my brother 
Who was hung the day before 
Yet I smile;  the smile of pain. 

I walk through the streets 
Along the boulevards; the boulevards
that reek of pain and hardship 
The skeletons of all stillborn promises 
Now turn in their catacombs 
Yet we all beam with our smiles 

We smile smiles of defeat 
Impoverished by those who have promised
Us freedom; those who have sold us for shekels of silver 
We smile at the termite who eats into us and makes us rot

Who shall  restore our original smiles 
Who shall turn the rivers of tears into joy 
We are in continual search of the smiles 
The smiles that elude us.