Scavenge

Can we protect all that keeps us safe ? The hands that pick up human excreta, Or the bodies forced to endure human waste. Wading through mounds of sewage, As well as our soiled remains, Sifting through all that we leave behind, Without an ounce of insurance. With bare hands they carry All that we consider repulsive, No gloves, masks or slippers, And if rarely graced with them, These torn ornaments offer no defense. These unprotected bodies, Are ruthlessly used as means to achieve sanitation. Their own beings subjected to dirt and filth, Forgotten to rot away without consideration. Their existence reduced to one of cleaning tools, When needed used and then callously thrown away. For all their strife for our protection, Are they not even repaid with decent or fruitful remuneration. Instead, they have been rewarded with humane rejection...