Random Rhymes From An Expat Living A Long Way From Home
Saturday, July 2, 2016
Ghetto
Hard to deal with that
Which can't be controlled,
Pounded down, beaten like a drum,
Our souls already bought and sold,
By being born into this slum,
Forced to take sides, to fight,
Unable to prevent the thugs we bccome...
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