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Some People
SOME PEOPLE… some people beg in the corners of the streets – cover themselves in rags of ex-clothes thickened by the streets’ slime dig in trash for spoiled foods and dirty empty bottles huddle above the sewage covers in the cold nights and I hide my hands in the pockets some people are shot in the alleys for a few coins mixed with lint – they forgot to hug the loved ones before they left their homes and die fast or slow and their blood thickens in the dust lives are draining without a decent warning and I hear about them in the evening news some people spend their lives in prisons for justice or injustice – they grab the metal bars of the windows with impotent anger inhale and perspire their food with shifty eyes tattoo their bodies with emblems hoping to get out alive and I don’t love them as if their misery is foreign to me some hairless children die of cancer still dreaming of fairytales – they learn complicated medical terms along with the ABCs eyes are half opened toward the tearful helpless mothers pale lips shiver with the shock of a body giving up and I want to be comforted shifting my thoughts from them some people are old with shrinking bodies – hunchbacks without cathedrals as if they carry a load of guilt unfashionable clothes smell of piss and flatulence wrinkled bodies fold onto themselves like broken accordions and I keep away from them because they slow me down some people…
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