Fringe Dwellers Poem by Francis Duggan

They live in rural places and in village, city and town
The people the more judgemental does see fit to put down
They are known as fringe dwellers by those who pigeon hole
Some of them work in low paid jobs and some of them on the dole
Condemned to be outsiders and strangers to success
Many of them are homeless without a postal address
On the running of the community they never have a say
But for all who judge like all who are judged a final night and day
In a World of so much exclusion fringe dwellers are not rare
To be born to poor parents is a cross in life to bear
Though red is the blood we all bleed and we breathe in the same air
For millions all around the World life is anything but fair
They do not have a social group though they live everywhere
And there are millions of them living in the bigger World out there.