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in two nights they turned me from child to corpse.
and i roam these streets not scared anymore.
after all death did not care enough to take me;
they murdered the men, my brother, father
yet gave me a son.
who is already worth more than me.
i feed him from the few rupees they pay
after i hush my son to sleep.
and what does it matter
anyone can justify anything
when your god is mute
and your child knows nothing
but starvation.

23 Dec 17

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