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Wanderer
Wanderer
Homes deserted
Destroyed by power and prejudice
The blood encrusted brick and concrete dust,
The remains of living, of hope
A memory now
Replaced by pain and hunger
While legs worn and weary,
On shoes broken by endless footsteps
Camp in a pulverized arena
Undefeated,
The donated blanket,
The small gifts of living, a hope
A future, I wander, I wander
...Monday 11th January 2016 7:00 pm
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