Water passes
through our shoes and stars through our souls
We are the
anomalies in a society, the forgotten ones
Our
existence is a fight but dream of the future lingers on
Our deaths
make the headlines of newspapers
Our
misfortunes are recorded in thousands of reports
We don’t
have names; we are remembered only in numbers
We feed the
world, but have to fight daily with hunger
We build
cities, to be thrown out into suffocating slums
We are the
walking shadows in every civilization
Live a life
of little worth, struggle to extend as far as we can
Try to climb
up the stairs of humiliation and hardship
But always
pushed down to the bottom of pyramid
Politics is
played on our lives, religion is thrust upon us
We are the
rats in the labs of capitalism to be experimented on
We were
alive once but metamorphosed into skeletons
We are the
protagonists in sad fictions; our sad lives are TRP booster
For
marketers we are untapped fortune
And all the
while no one cares when we shiver in cold and cry in hunger
We are the unfortunate ones, lying at the bottom of pyramid
Ignored for most of our lives like a terrible dream
World talks about us only when it is fashionable in time
