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Drawn in against their will They traded the crickets In the night air For the drone of traffic and The noise of horns. Dragged in without a choice They swapped paths of the field For streets of the city The village square for A concrete courtyard The kitchen garden for a A narrow balcony Somewhere in endless rows Up a tower block. Lured here by hope when Outside there was nothing else. The age-old move on the Promise of a better life. |
