They come at night, you know.

Thieving, stealing, slinking, breaking.

In the dark so know one will see.

Cover. Hide. Run. Flee.

Some kind of life they lead.

Where is dignity?

What is that?

Where is pride?

Give me some.

Where is my dignity?

We stole it.

Where is my privacy?

We rummaged through it.

Where is my security?

We ran off with it.

Most don’t care.

They can’t.

It happens too often

Welcome to the city.

Warning:

They come at night, though.

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