The untouchable

There was a man, who cleaned the streets,
Gathered the trash, lived in bleak,
Trying to make our lives better, with no gain notable,
While doing a job so Noble, he was considered untouchable

She was dark, stinky and blue,
She cleaned the washroom, for others to use,
While helping others, maintain their hygiene,
She was considered untouchable and dirty

She was a victim, of a heinous crime,
Touched against her will, she couldn’t help but cry,
More than hoping for her better life, her family denied,
Untouchable she was treated, she succumbed to her harsh life

She was married to a wealthy man, but lived in slums,
She did not do any chores, filthy to none,
She was clean, educated and a healthy human,
Her vicinity made her untouchable for others

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s