SANTIAGO.

There he was, Oleg was his name

Santiago loved him

Till the day came

When all he had left

Was the dog and his name.

Ragged and tattered

Bruised and alone

In a lost world

He felt unknown.

Passing strangers in streets

No particular destination

No family;

All he had left was Oleg and his name.

He walked and sat

In cornered streets

Shady buildings;

He begged, he slept

He had nothing

But all the was left

Of a family and a name

Was a dog named Oleg

And Santiago his name.

“Where did it all go?

Where was that home?

Where children played games

Families ate.

Where is my bed?

Where I dreamt of a place

A happier place;

War never came

Buildings stood tall

Families rejoiced

And the world didn’t have walls.”

Now here I stand

Dog in hand

Nothing more but,

Santiago- the man.

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