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Angel In The Street
A child lays in the street, her hands folded across her chest, her dress streaked with dirt and blood
It is quiet and the procession of refugees make their way by her
Careful to not disturb the angel sleeping in the street
Her skin is black and when you look at it you think of night and expect to see stars across her thin body
She's small, her bones poking through her skin, you can count her ribs through her dress
Around her, in Nomans Land, a battle rages on
Her people fighting each other, her people dying at one anothers hands
They dont remember love, or dreams, hope, or the safety net of sleep
Instead their world revolves around hunger, survival, making it until tomorrow
The parade of broken people continue their trek, their feet leaving bloody footprints in the dirt
Over the screams and the gunfire from the war raging around them you can hear their voices
Singing the songs of their Gods, a steady beat, their voices strong, they hold on to each other with this African hymn and when night falls and the children sleep you can still hear them singing
About the angel in the street.
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