Beaten and battered
Under heat and rain pour
Matted hair as crown,and dotted rags, robe
The eyes is the socket of heart bruises
In claw-hands, a bowl of agony clutched
Knocking door to door of a deaf world
Whinnying for pittance as sustainance
Smitten and buffeted
The Rich's purity and poor's fortune
Yet molested by Goliaths driven by wealth
Mocked by Gauls driven by itch
Lost ghosts wandering the crowded dreamless land
Trailing the tangled tracks of torment
In a rented apartment shared with dogs and flies.
Mother named her sorrow, and her brother pain
They are fingers in a world without hands
Victims of darting butterflies who suck,sip and fly off
But their yellow teeth shines grotesque hope
Of when the roaster of sorrow shall flap its wings
And death,the beggars' longing saviour, shall unmask
For a long walk to freedom
