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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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