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the homeless has no voice
by Chinedu Ichu a 14" tv glued to the kitchen counter moves reassured towards heavy set of coated feet, a frozen heart leaps out the jawbone of a cookie jar, in shock and disbelief, a baby car is parked defenseless behind the enemy line its bald tires stuck in an icy slush, a young woman and her brood, dead from asphyxiation trying to stay warm,a few weary details but no names, there will never be anyway, hands folded over marching gowns, little street soldiers finally at peace life must go on. |
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