And he went awaythe ragpicker
Picking discarded itemsAs he felt discarded himself
He smirked as he grumbledLooked back and forth
Frantically looking everywhereFor his lost dignity
That had merged with the dustwhich smeared his face
And she left the waythe child beggar
the vehicles zooming past herLeaving her palms empty handed
“Palms that may receive a beating tonight”She smiled as she left
Knowing her fate too well
Watching them..Shedding tears..
Having done their duty..