Plunging into the heart of the ghetto
I glimpse the face of misery by the streets
Dressed in tattered clothes
Walking bare footed
On the pothole riddled roads
It braves the chilly weather
Defies the scanty raindrops
Hustling to bone
Sweating a river
Toiling like a slave under a guard of a cruel master
All to earn two dollars
In a week
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