Et Tu Brut
life struggling
at the end
of your boot
a pavement
of pain a pain
that is mute
a haggardly mother
a child that is cute
the muslim somnolent
consciousness the clergy
loves to refute
what little they have
time comes and loots
a human tree dying roots
weed like crying shoots
some who dont believe
in charity on seeing her
change their route
i captured pain
i shoot what
you wont shoot
I am street photographer a beggar poet .. I shoot misery cavorting with hope I shoot original content. I am Shia Sufi Hindu all in One