Urchin urgin' where the roads be mergin'
To the yang of economy emergin'
the urchin just be the yin
They beg, they bang, they scrub
your windows, your cars clean
sellin' a trifle or a trinklet
and takin' whatever they can glean
When they should be playin', they be payin'
the price of penniless existence
Jumpin' the traps, fightin' for scraps
to find two square meals of subsistence.
Shooed, booed, turned away in manners most crude,
to the rough and the rude, they are inured
"Gang or mafia", we mutter as we turn them away
the urchin be smirkin', for, it's just another day
Time to think within, and introspect
What have they have done, to deserve this disrespect
Is their fault just that they be born on street
To eyes accustomed to diamonds, they just be peat.
-Shivam'da'
