The Slums

Staring at
a rustic old shed
i remember the days
the days that i dread

days when the poor
worked hand and foot
to serve the rich
and clean up the soot

these days barely passed
remembering well
the houses they had
down in the dwell

down in the sewers
where rats ran free
down in the mud
below the city

in the slums
where no one can sleep
for to many fears
lurk in the streets

thinking of days
food needed to be had
taken from merchants
by pick pocket lads

used for their cunning
their quick handed speed
they worked for those
who knew only greed

all are hungry
except the ones
looking over the town
way above the slums

the richer the family
the better you are
looking at books
riding in cars

sleeping on beds
eating real food
not just some crap
you grabbed on the move

but the days are getting better
less children in the streets
but still lots of people
are fighting to eat

but the more we notice
the better it gets
i hope eventually
the innocent will forget

but now i have to go
go to my home
back to my family
in my humble abode

down in the streets
next to my friends
where i will be
till the bitter end.