Squatters
By: Pablo Makata

welcome to my house,
this is where i live.
no beautiful trees with
shadows to rest,
only the bare wooden stiff.

my house was filled with carton boxes,
and its roof was made by me.
I have no switches of lights
to turn on
but, i can light candles for us to share.

if you want to go to bathroom,
cross that street and you'll
see the closest river.
don't ask for water....
ill bring you a pail.