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migrant
Contributed by
poeticjestix
on
Thursday, 16th June 2011 @ 01:52:36 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Worrying about pieces of paper got no faith in a saviour can't insure myself for a later for the others they just don't cater without presenting a bill
eating but thinking of the prices get my drinks without ices no individual portions, just slices in a financial crisis stick my snout in the swill
kindness, that feeling in my tummy all warm, fuzzy and funny remembered, but no longer sunny eyes don't stream, no longer runny lazy ways to a will
border crossing, we're fleeing a crisis Europe, it's some kind of lie this sleeping on Athens streets, can't deny this why this? It's making me ill
you're invasion, an illogical attack burnt my bridges now I cannot go back all I have is carried in a sack my children look at me and what I lack all I want is my own window sill.
Lorries go past every day risking our lives is the one way to make it to somewhere where we can stay my kids, they are small so here I lay no law can protect us as we spill
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