I was born to not be recognized by those who gave my home away, I was born without a home because it's in ruins, I learn the hate of men by seeing the killing that they have wated my land with the blood of my family, I was born to be a refuge a child of siege and pain, a child of the lost land that they have stolen, I have tasted the tasted of tears that I have cried on my land! I have learned the tasted of blood by my enemies to have a thing called a homeland
A woeful tale! Such a situation seen in many parts of the world.Nice work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a heart wrenching poem. My heart goes out to you. A well crafted poem with such great emotion!