Though tossed
and trampled
weeping
yet striving
still I stand
though beaten
and battered
yet growing
and living
Still I stand
though hung
and buried
bleeding
yet surviving
still I stand
after years
of penury
the slum as an abode
zephyr blew across the land
restoring the lost years
and elevating the downtrodden
we still remain standing
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