Bird said 9 years, 5 months ago:

Heads held high
as you all wander by
we are the lost
and we shall not be the last

Have you forgotten
the untouchables, the rotten
We who stay hidden in the cracks
those used to attacks

We shall stand and we shall stay
to take whatever comes our way
be it a helping hand
or war to with stand

For we are the street walkers
we hide from the passers
but we are not afraid
all we have are our lives to trade

Rain said 9 years, 5 months ago:

I like this poem, well done.