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Are you really alone?. By Alyssa D., Alyssa N., Hailey B., and Desiree O. Table of contents. A refugee poem Ghost town by Shiny Toy Guns Pictures. I am a fugitive Fleeing from burning homes And rivers of blood Cursed to camp and decamp Along life's lifelessness I want a new life.
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Are you really alone? By Alyssa D., Alyssa N., Hailey B., and Desiree O.
Table of contents • A refugee poem • Ghost town by Shiny Toy Guns • Pictures
I am a fugitiveFleeing from burning homesAnd rivers of bloodCursed to camp and decampAlong life's lifelessnessI want a new life I want to go back home I want to go back and regain my identity I want to go back a and re-till my land I want to go back and re-build my fences I want to go back and re live my life I want to go back and praise my God. • I am a refugee With no identityAnd no nationalityNo dignityIn this unrealitySimply a digitIn the devil's computer rollI want a new lifeI am a fugitiveA tattered tentOver my battered headA begging bowlIn my blistered handCracked sandalsUnder my weary solesAnd little faithIn my soulI want a new life My motherland is weeping Give me back my child The one you yanked from my bare breast Give me back my rivers of purity that you polluted with innocent blood In your drunken fire spraying spree And take this new life...
A child who lost his family during a town panic now waits in a immigration building to be sent to a new family.