In The Street Of Equality.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

What a good party in the middle of this town,
The food is so cheap and it costs a few pounds,
People are very friendly but the crooks look for the meek,
The precious stones, silver, gold and the greediness in the weak,
The human are at work, carrying the small basket and the burners,
The street food has many colors, flavors and the values,
Where in the world people are offered the delicious meals,
Along with their beautiful girls, the brokers have the claws,
Those can pick up the right prey to exchange their woe.
Who is the predator here? Everyone wants their share,
Who is the victim here? Everyone brushes their mare.