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Colony of poverty where immigrant children sleep
Sniffers and thieves, all too afraid to dream
Like a circling hawk with no place to land
They grow accustom to reprimand
Graffiti painted concrete where life costs a case of beer
Pain of our own defenses seems to dull the pain of fear
Muted voice cries, “Liberty!”
With the flag fluttering in frozen freedom
Welfare whitewash, alley vagabond takes his place
Feline shadows stalk and trace
The yellow circles of the streetlights
As a needle saves another from the endless empty nights
When hope has gone what are we to feed our young?
If hope is gone, tell me what are we to feed our young
©1995 D. Schumilas/Larkspur Music
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