The Refugee
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I've been here for yearsLiving in the tent.We've fled all the fearsTrying to be content.

There, life was so bitter;We met the rage of war.We searched for a shelterSince peace closed its door!

We didn't have time to takeOur souvenirs, our stuff...It was time to breakLife that became tough.

We walked for a long distanceTo reach a safe place.Where we could find tolerance,Where we could feel grace.

I don't want a doctorAnd a visitor every day.I need clean waterAnd a safe ground to play!

I can resist hunger,But I can't live oppressed.I really need an answerFor all what makes me stressed!

Why do I have to leaveMy town, my belongings?I still can't believeWhat happened to the buildings...

Everything was destroyed,Our future and the past.Everything was shattered,By a bomb, by a blast!

I'm a refugee child,I have something to say:I hate feeling wildI hate to live this way.

Offer me kindness,Grant me support,Give me happiness,This is my last resort!

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