The sun goes down on Shanty Town
And drags all light away
And not one moonbeam touches ground
Though numerous are they.
Not even do the eyes of owls
Pervade the ebon plight
Where air is foul, where stray dogs howl,
And babes cry through the night.
Copyright © Janice Thompson | Year Posted 2020
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