Of the journey

we now take

From the stench of  impending death

To a land that smells free

So we may have

a future



As our new land

Reeks in as much fear

As the land we left

Yet the fear is of us

Taking and not giving

When all we want

Is love and assistance



As in the land we left

And the land we’re in

We are the ‘other’

Instead of sisters and brothers

Trying to live our lives

Which due to bile and hate

Have an uncertain future

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