The breath of me breaks the secret of my brackish
being,
Ghetto spoils deny my form of sumptuous fledge,
Whilst my soul melts in platter of sorrows:
Why does the world maroon my tattered whole?
l pray dawn, come spur my dark clime.
Bitterness of this sphere holds strongly,
Against my sheen, deep in putrid,
That dogs in Flush areas boast of diets,
More ideal than my bare eatings.
Every man to his pocket,
Every eye to his plough,
None so benevolent to part his sum,
None so artful to tend my plight,
My beggarly self to providence love alone.
