the intersection

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those skinny children on the street
who ran and laughed at the crossroads
clapping their hands while singing
naïvely  begging for mercies

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O the children of the street
who seeing to the window car with hoping eyes
sleep on the mattresses asphalt roofed the sky
can not complain to the unjust life

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O the poor children on the street
your dream hanging on the fancy cars
your future scattered, blown by the exhaust fumes
always happy in the heat of the sun nor rain 

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the light had changed green
and the deafening horns shocked me
which glued on the steering
thinking of my children…. how lucky they are

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 mei –

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photos from google

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