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Terrors Children (Free verse) by BrandonW

We are refugees, terrors children. Pakistan is not our home. I work the streets - just to eat, And to support my family. Bringing water, weaving carpet Collecting garbage from the streets. I'll shine your shoes, I'll wash your dishes Some nights - I still do face defeat. No education, or higher learning Pray religon; it finds me. Away from homeland - distant border A foreign sand... under my feet.

smlink84 7-Mar-04/9:05 PM
Interesting but very simple and no illustrations or emphisis on anything particular..




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