Wednesday, June 1, 2022

REFUGEE

We once had our own home...
father used to say with a sigh.
Where people with freedom roam -
all was dandy under the open sky.

On paper, the bosses drew a line
and people  went separate ways.
It is not now what was once mine -
once neighbours, now in enemity's gaze.

A nation became two, then three,
unmended remained homes and hearts.
We now bear the cost of what was free,
while sly leaders played divisive parts.


Prasenjit©2022

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