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The night soil man
The night-soil man is here
With a face covered with paste
A broom and bucket
In service of everyone.
The night-soil man is here
To carry everyone’s waste
For love of good health
But loved by none.
Mukhtar S. Wakeel
EDITOR’S NOTE
Originally published in Citizen on 23 May 1994, p. 37. This diplomatic transcription preserves the wording and lineation visible in the archived page.