Debris
As so many others before me,
I dream of a day where there will be no more debris
Debris of the lost and lonely
Debris of the poor and homely
Debris of the beat and anguished
Debris of the alone and languished
Debris of the starved and thirsty
Debris of the naked and dirty
Debris of the heated and mad
Debris of the hidden and sad
I dream of a day
Where peace will reign
Where debris will vanish
And we will be without panic
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