Best Uncared For Poems

(A subaltern dawn song...)


We rise before the rooster cries,

Before the sky begins to blush,

Before the bosses sip their tea,

We sweep the silence with a hush.




The city sleeps in dreams of glass,

We move like whispers through its veins

With a broom, a bucket and barefoot grace,

Erasing footprints...

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