We Dumpsite Boys. Trash poem.

Sickness death stupp and rubbish
mud dumps death and hunger
this is the life for the homeless children of Behala
for we are the bottom of the steaming heap of trash that is the world
we are down with the bits or plastic and poo
everyday the same
pick it up pick it up pick it up
pick up the things that one one else wants
things they throw out
but to us it is a living
we dumpsite boys of Behala
everyday the same
pick it up pick it up pick it up