Home

We shall pack our rags and roam,
And sleep where stars will glow.
We shall call that place "our home"
Even if sewers leak and overflow.

And we shan't care much about hunger,
We shall search for food at the garbage.
We shall eat anything together,
Even if it's a rotten cabbage.

We shall shrink under our rags and sleep,
And dream about the places we've come from.
If it rains, we shall get up from our sleep,
And search for a new place to call home.

Our home will always be just,
It will always make life look comical.
While we eat from plates that have rust,
The healthy ones are dying in hospital....

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