Who are these people with rags hanging from their brows and frowns upon their shins? These people that crowd around holding each other's hands and trying to stand? Who are these people? and why must they cry.. dripping sadness in to the streets Sending bitter hatred in to the sky and longing the painful, empty longing...
Hard to the touch, he drips poverty from his rags and it oozes down to scurry across the pavement and touch my toes to remind me of my broken shoes