In the Ghetto

I live with the walking wounded, where their pain is a thing they share;

I walk among our world’s unwanted, where no one know how to care.

My life’s amongst the great unwashed; emotions all stripped bare

but I walk the streets of a Ghetto; the Spirit wanders free there.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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