Homeless

I walk the streets day and night

Looking for a place

Searching for a job

Begging for some food

 

Only I find

Close doors

No opportunities

A hard piece of bread

 

Where is compassion?

Where is love?

Where is a place?

To sleep tonight!

 

(Free style, Hour 11 @Mejia 7:20 p.m.)

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