small beggars

In the corner of your slum
Incredibly lethargic in their eyes
Scavenge among the luster of luxury cars
Kneel in a pile of rubbish

Long waiting time
Grin on the sidewalk
Sweeping a glance
Closed street dust

Miris picture of fate
Too bad
On whom the place is inhabited
All turned face

Dull filthy flip-flops
Faithful friends stepped
Fantasy and hope
Make a dream replacement pillow

O small scavenger
Look at the sky at the end of the twilight
A rainbow of rainbows greeted friendly
Forget it
The future that has been taken away..