Broken roots

We

can no longer

live

in the land

of our birth

when what we need

only exists

within foreign lands

a little peace

for our kids

we can no longer

live

in the land

of our birth

where to live in peace

is an illusion

broken

by the pain

of seeing pieces

of woman and children

scatterd upon

this once beautiful land

by those

who have been trained

to spread the pain

to break the peace

we once held

within

 

 

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