Charred lungs and yellow fingernails
Menaish wrapped in newspaper
Strangers in a familiar land
Tracers illuminate the night
Kalashnikovs rule the commerce
Open sewers and mud to the heel
A mélange of electrical lines
Block, cardboard and metal shelter
Molested essence confined
Beseeched and pleading stares
Imprisoned vitality
Detained spirits
Resistant souls
Feet worn down to bone
Too many miles
Traveled from home
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