Bread and Water

I am six, sitting on the floor

With a metal spoon in my hand

Stirring water in a 13 ounce steel glass

Feeling in detention or some reprimand

Clankty clankt clankt

Mom and Dad have left us

Have run off to a foreign land

The monthly check is very late

Four hungry children feel they are mistakes

My beautiful, mysterious, artist sister

Takes care of us younger kids

She makes up songs for us to sing:

Clankty Clankt, Clankaty Clankt

Mix the water with the salt

Add red pepper, stir them all

Clankty Clankt, Clankaty Clankt

Clankty Clankt, Clankaty Clankt

Got no money, got no food

Bread and water taste real good

Clankty Clankt, Clankaty Clankt

Clankty Clankt, Clankaty Clankt

(by Fazeel Azeez Chauhan 2-1-02)