nothing else we know

still a little Sun
still a bit of rain
still a little hunger
still a bit of punches
still a bit of insults
still a little crying
still some broken toys
still the taste of barbed wire in the mouth
still some more spits in the face
still some more humiliation
still a little desperation
still some cameras on us
still a little dirt
still a little sickness
still a little fear
still a field to cross
and then
and then
across the border who knows

yes, we are men
yes, we are women
yes we are children
nothing else we know

Marco Bo
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