They all left, Willingly or unwillingly, To that unknown world To be or to be not... They all chose, Happily or sadly, To be faraway from that On-going nightmare... They all preferred, Satisfied or dissatisfied, To be anything rather than To stay in that hellish situation... They all fled, by day or by night, Just to find a new road, and They all emigrated, Happy or sad, To forget all that is going on Endlessly and even sadly... They are called 'refugees'... ______________________________________________________________________
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