Tuesday 8 September 2015

My Refugee Poem

Refugee


You are lucky


I am not


You have such a great life


I do not


I have to run for survival


Country to Country


Swimming in the freezing water


You have a spa


Scared to Terrified


I am not welcome


You are


You have money


I do not


You have nothing to worry about


I worry about more than you can imagine


You are happy
 

I am not

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