Many of my friends
Born of poor families
Where are you reluctant to see it, there was a simple
No more choices
Among the noisy train
And the corners of his shabby market
In the hot sun, there was a simple
Stuck sharp barbed wire
Students who drop out of school
Women and blue-collar workers
Under his load carried, they are not simple
Trapped options danger
Sleeping mats, cold-roofed dream
But they vanished by the fact
Head of a foot, leg became head
Circumcision cut into pieces and finely-chopped