They always live in peace,
Hardworking,
Doing jobs menial,
Getting punishments
For the madnesses
Of their lords and owners,
Prospering a little
With the times,
But ignored, despised
By many, ending up
Sometimes as robbers
Or petty thieves with knives,
Due to insolence
The society showered
On them by many a citzen,
Yet living a life of
Simple life and happiness,
Not seen or attained
In the Castles and luxury homes
Of the millionaires
And billionaires,
The society made, foolishly..
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Archaeologists believe that the first citizens of Kerala were the hunter-gatherers, the ting Negrito people.