• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 11

WE STARE,THEY STARE BACK

We look into the
land
full with heavy
promises
we see the gold mines
we stare from the ship

.
We the children of poverty
look back at the
sea
our parents are sick
we have nothing to eat
.
Did they come with food?
The men on the
ship
or they too came to looth?
And leave us in poverty

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