Curfew

 On the street they spit in our faces and attack
we drag ourselves to our knees and adjust our backs
so that we might stand up from stuck in a crawlspace
Street sweepers will dispose of us as waste

No refuge in hiding we are better running
we have no land no rights nor money
just another expence for the state
conspiring to shorten our fate

our lives no worth
our footsteps no sound
scattering on the siren of the patrol car
dispersing and finding cover

Shelters burned, food and belongings confiscated
The suburbs arm, we the riff raff predated
valueless in this perfect world we creep
 targeted scape goats among sheep