Inspired by Famine, Custom House Quay by Rowan Gillespie in Dublin, Ireland.
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We walk.
Our limbs quiver,
Our heads hang low,
Our hearts thud in our chests.
We walk.
We leave behind our homes.
We leave behind our land and our dreams.
We leave behind our weak and our dead.
We walk.
We walk in the morning, with the garbage and the businessmen.
We walk in the afternoon, with the families and the tourists.
We walk in the evening, with the revelers and the Liffey.
We walk.
We walk past the Dubliners. Do they see us?
We walk past the foreigners. Do they see us?
We walk past the living. Do they see us?
Do you see us?
© The Lightning Tower, 2020