The Undercaste from The Tenant by Ludicra

Another day
Built from decay
A famined slumber
Gone is the summer

Frowned upon
Are the weak and the worn
For they reak of sick and sorrow

They outrun
The spectre of hardship
Into scarred open arms
Thrown back to the mire

Each backward step
Is theirs to own (own)
Every heartache
In a misshapen being (being)

Each hungry mouth
An empty well (wellness)
Running dry
There’s never enough to go around (around)

They are human herds of patience
They slouch and shift their weight
They remain in the cracks
They remain in the fray

Frowned upon
Are the weak and the worn
For they reek of sick and sorrow

From the creeping dawn
To the dying dusk
They dance a callous step
Forage for diamonds
Among the turf

Live for what is left
Trails of smoke
Yellow eyes

Live for what is left
Trails of smoke
Yellow eyes
There’s never enough (of anything) to go around

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