They’re relentless and they never seem to tire,

With brush in hand and eye on the street

They reclaim the days rubbish

And consolidate.

They will never be out of a job,

Too many people drop their shit and don’t care.

From birth children watch and learn,

Parents dropping without a care,

Without a blink,  without a breath,

So quick to discard,  so slow to think.

If this was me I would die of guilt,

Karma would get me and drop some shit,

My punishment and penalty would fit,

My burden would be great,

But you know what I really hate,

They don’t give a rats.

This green army is fighting a losing  battle,

They are so few to the many,

To walk through the squalor,

To smell the stench,

What must it be like,

To have the shackles of guilt removed,

To go through your daily life and be free.