Walking Down The Dirt Road !!!

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This is a delicate morning
I feel the staleness in the air
The tepid breeze flowing coarsely
The symphony of sounds
Heralding the new dawn
The medley of odours
From many littered garbage

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I love to take a walk
Down the dirt road
Bumpy and dusty
They say it is a 'slum'
Some call it the 'ghetto'
This is a place of treasures
A place to deeply hold dear

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Down the dirt road is home
Dirty tiny shacks
Grime ingrained creamy walls
Hearts stained with bruises
Of the hungry and the dying
Children living in a dream
Hearing only far away whispers
Of a better and superior life

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Does anyone listen
To the songs of the slums?
To the languages of inequality
In the cold and dark walkways?
Does it ring a rhetorical bell?
This metaphor for deprivation?
This breathing that struggles?

I pray that hope comes
From across the borders
For the street mugged down
In mud and dirt
I breathe the noisy and chaotic air
As I take a walk down home
For this is home, my sweet home
Where my heart will ever reside

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An original poem by @edith4angelseu