Baskadia

we the native of the street

Holed-up under bridges

we are necessary

major fragments of the globe

As the day chameleons to night

you slumber in the warmth of your beds

and the warmth of your loved ones

we also embrace the cozy

cardboard bed laid on stinks

as the night inject us with

cool breeze and endurance

we sleep and dream

and have conferences with

the indigenes on the elusive world

when it's a day in bundle

We pack our belongings

and move on with our days

standing, kneeling and bending

to beg for alms just for the day

necessary parks of your society

translators of our dreams

carriers of our burdens