what about those
with no place to go
call them orphans
and then
give them no home
and no certainty
for tomorrow
home is a place
or a person
what about those
empty handed
they beg you
to dig in lost
graveyard
to pull up your
luxury curtain
then you drive
away in your
guilt free and
custom made car
- sad forgotten children is what we are
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The blue flower that taught me how to live
Poetry''Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.'' -Herman Hesse Disclaimer: I don't own any of the videos, photos used for this book. Credits go out...
