Tears At the Orphanage
there's a lot like us
mom's died and left us homeless
not putting our trust in anything
especially the government
owning nothing to our names
we can only afford dreams
at least they calm the pain of this hustle
we hope to see Jesus in the streets
when the boys in khaki suits ambush us
take us to central station and label us vagabonds.
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