• The world for you may seem alight
    with happy kids at play
    But the view from my point is
    of poverty and decay

    My world is poor
    my home a shack
    my food I find or steal
    could you survive and stay alive
    by pilfering you meals

    My teeth are rotten
    my body reeks
    I'm scabbed and bloodied too
    my medicine is spit and hope
    my toes are often blue

    When you die they'll bury you
    and friends will pay respects
    I'll be tossed in a shallow hole
    forgotten in all respects