This poem is a reflection on the proposition of “you don’t have to live like a refugee” and living simply so others may simply live. May no one have to live like a refugee.
Awe for One, and Won For All
I got
Over
Herd him
Just saying
You don’t halve two
Live like a refugee
Fore you
Were too
Slaves
In the land of he gypped
Some wear
Between black and white
Deep shit no’ing
First command meant
Soully buy the grays of gods
Go I
In the world
Stop
Nein more
Enough
Awe ready
Only just wanting
Too live
Like everybody ails
