110 pencil shavings 
In America 
Being used by 
A hungry boy 
On the dusty streets 
Of Africa 
A sad excuse  
For kindling 

110 newspapers printed 
In America 
Being used for shelter 
In Tokyo 
Against the driving 
Rain 
A sad excuse 
For a home 

110 signs fluttering 
With her hands 
Frail knives 
No hearing 
But so many words 
Locked in a cupboard 
Her father doesn't 
Understand.  
The caged stuttering.