Refugee Soul
Refugee soulField, desert stream
Refugee camp, town city
Flee from officials of Good
Refugee citizen
Borrowed Sun, Moon and Stars
Refugee stare out into the blank void violence
Borrowed cloths, meals, ideals and lives
Refugee beg for crumbs from the mute, dumb mob
Who are next in line for the bomb and stock
Refugee pray
Refugee flee
The borders of walls
Refugee soul
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Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2015-06-12 at 15:21
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