The Last And The Least
Born in the danger zone
The moment you blink you’re gone
They learn to live on the edge
From a very tender age
On life’s compassionate list
They rank as the last and the least
They are their own fathers and mothers
They do not wait to be fed like others
Day and night they wrestle
Survival depends on their hustle
Yet, from what they earn
They cannot gain
What they eat is never sufficient
Drugs are what makes them efficient
Without this fuel
They don’t work too well
Strength resides in their addiction
Food is just an addition
About them, everyone knows
Who cares? No one knows
They have seen themselves through the impossible
Someone would’ve seen them if they were not invisible
You and I are just lucky and not clever
That’s why we owe them a favour.
This poem was published in the January 2022 Edition of the WSA Magazine
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