By road, By boat, By plane
I’m forced to leave
the only place
I have ever known
my city, my town
my country
I was born in
My legs
they don’t want
to walk away
these lanes
stop me
we have all
been betrayed
My place questions me
I question my place
did god grew tired
of us?
Into the arms
of strangers
people of nowhere
seek refuge…
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