I was greeted with tears
And shouts of lamentation
Rapped in tatted rags
I started off to the unknown
On the street i sought my destiny
Crying and shouting every day
I strangled under the scorching sun
And the hostile weather too
My nights were fiery and cold
The tooting of horns
and
blasting of loud speakers were all
I possessed
Hunger and pain were my only companions
I lamented with the shadows
and the shadows without
Eli lema sabachthani
and now I wait for my conduits to run dry
As I sleep to wake no more
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