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CAIBARIEN
A man sits alone in his rocking chair
The tv calling him in
His world is not his own
His eyes are tired and sad
He has seen enough of this street
This TV
All that is not his own
His family is his joy
But even this pains him
Is it not unfair to bring more people
into the same situation of livelihood?
When does it end?
That is his one flickering hope
Distant but alive
Will I survive to see it?
What's to come for my children?
My grandchildren?
I pray, more than this street
This seat
These walls that are not their own
I praytb
(Feb. 23 ‘02 Caibarien - Havana)