Title:  illegal alien

Author:   grunge
Category:   Society
Keywords:  illegal alien

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sometimes he walks, but mostly he crawls
sometimes frustration puts fists through his walls
sometimes his fruit, it rots on the vine
it's hard to catch up when he's so far behind
sometimes he's aware of exactly what's missing
it's hard to be free when his mind is a prison
sometimes he works his hands to the bone
sometimes we're not perfect but still cast our stones
sometime if he's lucky his life will get better
next time he gets cold will you hand him a sweater ?



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