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Jan 2017
My dreams are in a reality of a hash tag that does not exist.

Oh you who do not believe! Put your self in the shoes of a soul that screams. 

Would you dive into a bin? And cut off the only good parts left on the apple that's rotting? 

So at least the little 5 year old you meet in this jungle lost and weak! Can have something to chew on.. 

so many tears holding they hands out asking for help please! 

This jungle is Beautifully Brutal the only home that I know there's no snow but it's cold. 

There's no heating but my mouths dry craving for water a mirage is all my eyes can see. 

What day is it? Is it Monday of thursday? Are you sitting there in your warm house complaining that your favourite show was not recorded? 

Tell me? What happened to humanity? You pay money to go to the zoo to see animals caged up living nicely! 

I pray you turn on your telly and see me in this jungle been judged for the choices life had dealt me!

screaming so loudly yet you hear nothing the tv's on mute Surprisingly! 

Hear please come let me hold your hand! Come breath this air full of tear gas the police breath out shouting shut up your life no one cares. 

Beautifully Brutal this world I live in from a baby to an immigrant to a refugee.

Who's future hope is raising a family in a world I belong to and not this open prison you all see.

JidosReality 24.1.17
Poem is for those lost in the Jungle in the refugee camps #JidosReality #Poetry #BeautifullyBrutal
JidosReality
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JidosReality  Portsmouth u.k
(Portsmouth u.k)   
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