Orismar out of Maranhao
Brothers and sisters that still hold on
one day he may return not the wanderer
But someone known unto himself
He forgot his own birthday
and lost his personal items
He begs on the street exposed
Working hard abandoned
Getting taken out of private property
Like his family expelled him
Forced him to make a life somewhere else
Losing himself unknown in his mind
City to city lost to the wind
Lonliness feasting on him like the cold
eating his warmth and trying his soul
He looks up early blueness still smiling
They look upon him a vagrant
which he verily is
In a bigoted land he is gay
Racist eyes see he is black
He may never be someone
yet be more than us
Misery in the mind
he conquers with a smile
Our nagging thoughts
don't compare to insect bites
A lonely park
No mercy to this boy
A world that consumes
ignores and disapproves
poverty the abomination
the poorest to be discarded
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