Life In Squalor
Squatters acquire the land
And no questions are asked.
Hovers litter the place
And open drains greet the eyes.
Stench queezes the life
But sellers defy the odour;
Frequent epidemic and death,
But the population continues to grow.
Nobody to care;
No questions are asked;
Sheer naked life,
Ever ready for the end.
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