A Gloomy Survivorship
Talking and walking alone in the pavement
Whine of children breaks silent to their parents
The red lights a road up, we stop till green
Old lady with upturning hands
Said “give me a coin!”
Was ignored by everyone sense
Children sits under a big tree
Laid above some packs of cardboard
Was oppressed with atmosphere
Tears between ordinary and the upper
Means unequal of possibility class
Peace had gone, simply over a piece gap
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