I am a refugee
I am an itinerant person
An unsettled soul journeying
In precarious lands.
I come from Palestine, Congo and Iran.
I am a refugee
I am affliction, ache and distress
I once had a cherished existence
A life unthreatened
Not yet torn by reasons oftentimes unknown.
I come from Buthan, Syria and Sudan.
I am refugee
I am a mother whose child cries
While the world is numb
To the distress of an incongruous battle
That disjoint us from our dear land.
I come from Ukraine, Somalia and Vietnam.
I am a refugee
I light a candle in the darkness
While my dreams are shattered in the battlefield.
As I cradle my child
I am comforted
I know I am guarded out of harm's way
In an unfamiliar land.
I come from Myanmar, El Savador and Afghanistan.
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