I turn my head,

From the vomit lined street,

Cigarette ends strewn and,

Beggars’ feet protruding into,

My bigoted gaze,


Senses molested,

Dignity offended,

An aversive glance and,

Air of contempt,

Clinging in smoke,


Decaying fumes,

Fragments of glass from,

Drunken brawls,

Blood stained floor,

The concrete I tread,


Sincere in disgust,

Sincere in frustration,

Sincere in my humiliating,

Realisation that there but for the Grace, go I.