Somewhere in st george’s area
Are the one room hovels
Where the marginals live
The old, the poor, the desolate
Daily they toil
Sweeping the streets, clearing the rubbish
Cleaning tables in food courts
Collecting paper and cans
Cleaning and tidying our city
Daily they return
Adding up their cents
To their one rooms
Some with no water
Some with no electricity
Living marginally
Eating marginally
Sleeping marginally
The forgotten ones
Amidst us
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