Lands divided and conquered
Senseless destruction for territory
Bombs blasting homes into debris
The safe haven now a painful memory
For the person who has become a refugee
Shattered dreams and broken lives
Weary spirits and swollen feet
Small bodies asleep on the street
Lost and lonely in a foreign place
At the mercy of harsh fate’s dice
Haunted eyes looking for solace
Hearts yearning for acceptance
Unwelcome, unwanted everywhere
Assailed by hostile and judging glares
Looking for protection and mercy
Finding the strength to rebuild life anew
When everything has been taken away
The past and wounds buried deep within
A desire to belong and to live again
On humanity's homeland
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Bahora Saitova
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Bahora Saitova
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