Poor, wasted
Dirty, a plague
On society often,
Despised by the majority!
Because of what?
Our complexion? Our facade?
But who are you?
Yes! Yes! You!
Who are you?
Thy cold and derision
Is because of our poverty
Ah! Garbage, that we call your wealthy gaze.
Look around you!
Aren't we the majority?
We, whom you see as waste.
You may be rich, wealthy and exalted
But we,
The poor, the wasted, dirty people
Are prouder of ourselves.
For holding of our dignity and kindness till the end.
(under...project T.I.M.E.S editing)
