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They mill around us in noisy silences
Hungry cries renting our musical silences
And we shall turn our eyes away
As far as our conscience has turned
To places and dreams faraway
Hoping these starving stomachs have burned
But they remain.
Like ghosts of unburied pasts;
their hungry, naked bodies crying for help.
For a piece of bread in our hands;
But there are barriers in between
We, who will feed a dog, before we feed our brothers,
We, taught to look at them as dogs,
Dogs are better, they share
Us; we just don’t care.