Refugees
What is left if nothing`s left ?
The tap loses teeth blood
Each empty cup smiles with malice
Our pictures have been torn
Fallen over a fence, we are lost
We trudge like a cluster of wraiths
As we wander over the stones
The old will wither from frost
As the night comes sooner
And if the children cry in the night
There is nothing more to say
Than that the stars are hungry too.
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