Around the village carrying a sack
carts filled full sacks
Overcast weather still carried
Waste sorted to be accommodated
Waste sorting stay paid up
outtakes more and discarded
Body sweat and sweat
Money obtained from dirty waste
In the heart feels sad
The fate of the body hobbled
So that provision can be achieved
Although tired and exhausted power
Life sometimes underpass
Intend careful not falter
sincere live continues to struggle
People see eye
Looked down upon or despised
Whereas fighters in cities
The cleanliness of a real hero
Scavengers noble task
Trash carried manageable
Dirty and smelly gone
Expires carried old wagon
It is not the same fate
No officials and ruling
Many of the common man
Unpretentious sincerity his blessing
(Humanity Poems) - Scavengers
by Kang Yoan, January 26, 2017, No comment
