The Life of a Refugee

The Life of a Refugee

A Poem by molinga
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Here I am on foreign land. 
Away from all my folks 
Running away from my fellow country men 
Running away with my dear life 

Everyday I survive from handouts 
Handouts brought by well-wishers 
Who try to instill some life in me 
A refugee from far away 

When shall the enemy die 
So that I can gain my lost identity 
Identity lost to my enemies 
Enemies of justice and truth 

I cannot have a meaningful job 
Because I am a refugee 
A refugee with foreign education 
In a foreign country 

My name has been stolen and replaced with a new one 
I am now call Conventional Refugee, living a conventional life 
In a conventional country.

When will freedom come
So that I will live a free life, 
Not a conventional life

When will my foes stop hunting me
So that I can live a normal life
That is not conventional, 
Like you.This is my life
A conventional refugee.

© 2014 molinga


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Added on May 10, 2014
Last Updated on May 10, 2014
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molinga
molinga

Canada



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