Our Shabby House Sits Inside a barbed wire fence. We have very little. No swing, no fancy bikes, Not even wood for a treehouse. The most we have (for now) are dreams of a better life. Our landlord has it all. A brick house, new cars, a motorcycle, a truck. All outside the barbed wire fence. But still, we dream our dreams and keep telling one another that we can be proud of who we are and still have something.