The Life of a RefugeeA Poem by molingaPlease give feedback
Here I am on foreign land.
Away from all my folks Running away from my fellow country men Running away with my dear life Everyday I survive from handouts Handouts brought by well-wishers Who try to instill some life in me A refugee from far away When shall the enemy die So that I can gain my lost identity Identity lost to my enemies Enemies of justice and truth I cannot have a meaningful job Because I am a refugee A refugee with foreign education In a foreign country My name has been stolen and replaced with a new one I am now call Conventional Refugee, living a conventional life In a conventional country. When will freedom come So that I will live a free life, Not a conventional life When will my foes stop hunting me So that I can live a normal life That is not conventional, Like you.This is my life A conventional refugee.
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