We see the same moon
Feel the heat of the same sun
Share the same Christian name
You face impossible choices
I will never contemplate
Like selling my body to eat or
give my father a decent burial
Your small flicker of hope
waiting for the oxygen of respect
When you will stand equal in the world
and in the minds of men
I will never meet you
Or know your grinding face of poverty
Yet I hear your loud knock
On my strong secure Western door
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