I carry it
on my head,
I smell of
what you all shed,
I clean your
house, clean your place,
And yet you
look at me with disgrace.
I see your
dogs feed on nuts,
As I pick
what drops out of your butts,
I smell of
what you won’t smell,
But it’s you,
who dropped this hell,
I am the one,
who cleans up your loo,
And yet you
think I am beneath you.
We are
called human scavengers,
But it is us,
who are scavenged upon,
For a penny
we lift the stuff,
Stuff in
which death will spawn.
Nowhere in
world do we survive,
But India is
where you see us live,
No matter
what the world may say,
Our leaders
sleep as we clean their shit, everyday.
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