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While the kids are dying

You are out here lying

Just to have a place to sleep

Just to have some food to eat.

Nothing out here is true anymore

The streets with unwritten words

The mouths of the people whom

We love, ripped apart backwards.

Where the children should smile,

Where they should make friends.

Memories of our childhood haunt

My morning dreams. Remember

When the stoop was safe and you

Could sleep with your windows

Open?