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Sep 2018
So many strange fruits,
       In the streets.
Black bodies living in the sewers
Africans hanging from the apple trees,
Used needles on concrete,
Blood has a new home build with tears,
It's sad to say,
It's sad to say,
Children are born here.
They wonder why life became so rotten.


©MH
Manuel Hutchinson
Written by
Manuel Hutchinson  22/M/Pompano beach FL
(22/M/Pompano beach FL)   
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