with these bleak and busted building blocks
from derelict dreams of my exhausted mindmy trampled soul has dared to dream despite
the bleeding wound in my battered body
this discarded child from that ruined
family
earlier neglected student of the deserted
villageintends not to bend bruised knees to insolent might
even if he were to be pushed into a ghost town
with that broken pot and empty can the
beaten spirit
will continue on that abandoned boat to
reconstructthe wretched wrecked life and rebuild the burnt house
watering also the sun scorched plants in the parched land
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