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Travelers Welcome

Sunday, September 15, 2013

the third world

by J.J. Campbell

a foggy morning
on a holiday

we trip on the
shielded light
of two glorious

cascade down
a boulevard of
broken humans
waiting on the
hand of god

they offer me
scripture and i
hand them a rope

the tortured souls
say thank you

the eyes of the
children no longer
have any hope in

bleak isn't the
right word

drinking rusty rain
water out of old
clorox containers

you never quite
expect to find the
third world just
down the street

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