I stood against the wall
I heard their screams

the night carried on
the plight existed
a pall was in the air
in the naked light I saw
their homes were broken

I stood against the wall
I heard their screams

looking across the room
etched lightly with dirt and spit
a child held an umbrella
the sky wept loudly
and I saw a child shivering

I stood against the wall
I heard their screams

Mother leaned over a ***** sink
Father too tired to come home
tired songs played on the radio
where is a child to go
in this world, quivering


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