Shame
Cruelty rules the unforgiving streets
The stench of abuse pervades the baking heat
Women and children rifle garbage and filth of weeks gone by
watching their menfolk drink another bottle dry
Hopeless migrants hang from trees and hang from ceiling fans
Another woman dies on fire her sari caught in a hot oil pan
Meanwhile pavements disappear beneath a sea of skin and bone
of dalits, untouchables, don't go there, they dont have a slum to call their own
Remind me Lord why they are them, why I am me, and how it came
to pass through eyes so blessed by You, my vision brings me only shame