The Man that Lives Under the Bridge

Winter came early this year
and my body lies still, with no sudden movement.
People always walk across here
and none of them even stopped for one minute.

The smell, in the air, is rotten.
I only wished to be somebody.
The world left me alone and forgotten.
Achol is a true friend to me, aren't you?

Stuck in this place, lost I'm my head.
My body is cold and wet.
A beer cab is traveling ahead,
where are you going, buddy?

Can't see the sun, nor the moon, in the sky.
I remember graduatin from high school
and attending college.
The dream to one day, to be able to fly.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country

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