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CHILD SCAVENGERS
I am alone
This is my life
I live and sleep
on this hill
A hill made of
it all
From grace to
grass
And on this
grass I feed in
delight
For grace is
vague to my
sight
So vague, I do
not yern for
Peers and I
compete for the
best piece of
filt
Anxiously we
await early in
the morn
That which have
been let down by
golden haves
An enduring
search on the
bitting sun
atimes pays with
hovering flies
As though it is
thanksgiving
till I devour
all
I am alone
This is my life
Survival is a
must not need
There comes the
scary nights
When sleep
escapes from
sight lids
For fear of an
attack on my
being
Acts of pleasure
and wickness by
Lords of the
hill
A height I yern
to attain
To gain with no
pain
Snatch with no
gruage
I am alone
This is my life
Do you hear me
Do you feel my
pain
Can you feel my
heart call
For echos of the
night is near
Calling unto
itself fear and
terror
For noise of the
day is near
Calling unto
itself crushing
labour against
unquenching
elements of God
I am alone
This is my life
I need your
help, now!
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