I Too Have Rights

I am a scavenger Rather, a manual one I clean the sewage the septic, and your garbage month to month, week to week I am paid; the pennies are thrown I am called; by words My name is not known Hey you!;You listen! They never spoke soft But I realised that I too have rights to live with dignity and lead happily my life Will you give me what I deserve Will you give me what I got by birth? My life, my dignity, my pride They now say, there was a scavenger There was a time, his hands used to carry Loads of waste and garbage Now, this is a time, he too has books in his hands He carries with him a pen mightier than swords His silent lips now have words words of self-respect, words of dignity…