I should be out there,
suffering for naught:
Compounding all the
causes wrought.
I should be out there,
suffering for free:
No wages to feed
my family.
I should be out there,
all alone.
No place to be
and call my home.
Ever hungry
and wanting more.
I should be out there,
outside the door.
So grateful to be
here inside.
I should be out there,
and left to die.
The door was shut
by lock and key,
and then matured
affinity.
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