(S)Weep Us
Nowhere to go but another hole, another alley, another pole, another spread, another pitch, just more dirty sons a bitch caught in a sweep to push us out some show sympathy, some sow doubt. Exterminate this Shantytown, lives dismantled, tents torn down, ground impounded, trash swept clean it’s as if we’ve never been. We’re so easy to revile, the Jungle is our domicile. No Favala, no Hooverville. Home is where
the heart beats still.