I am a Scavenger,
wretched of the earth,
product of hunger,
wrenched from all wealth.
I am a Scavenger,
a roller in the mud,
filth is my bread and dirt my butter,
the reject of the world.
I am a Scavenger,
collector of wisdom and folly,
recycler's friend to buyer's stranger,
the filth of men I make holy.
For though I be broken in wages,
I hold on to that most precious,
that even in my layers of cages,
my light through my confinement endures.
While men throw me their frustration,
I hope on to my day of redemption.
I am a Scavenger…………..
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