I am the dead man in the street;
The drunk man on the pave;
The child lacking things to eat;
The addicted that must crave.
I am the lowliest form you see,
Among our wealthy race:
The most depraved! That is me,
The one who hides his face.
I am no better than the worst
Who suffer in my city;
Shaking with alcoholic thirst
Who live on drugs and pity.
I am indeed all that Is cursed
In my proud righteous city.