Sunday, April 15, 2012

A City Where A Beggar Poet Lives

but not
in a tower
of babel
this beggar
native
shooting
the soul of
despondency
the pain
the agony
of those
underprivileged
to their fucked
cosmic fate
held captive
hungry
they eat
leftovers
a rich
god gives
sometimes
sleep on an
empty stomach
hungrily dream
of hope sweet olives

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