they see me they call me out
in a language that only i understand
they shout photographer from misery
of our surroundings take us out
over the wide web at Flickr Twitter
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your magical finger let us linger
word of mouth through you we
are seen no doubt by those in
somnambulist like stupor our
netas who have neglected us
in and out .. we are merely used
as vote banks for us they scout
but this year our curses on
the soul of their corrupt politics
they were totally wiped out
but we are still waiting for good
days the new one had promised
or they too will disappear in the
next rout ..over and out .
paid media unpaid media does
not shoot our pictures unless
our hutments get burnt out
or if our daughter is raped
or if someone throws acid
on one of us ..to meet us
all rules they flout ,,
so now we trust bloggers who shoot our dreams
turn them round about ...no press card no upturned
snout ..
