Just Because I Am A Foreigner Poem by Preston Mwiinga

I did not choose to leave my country to migrate aimlessly.
The wars in my country which have not been bearable led me to your country.
I do not even know where my family is because war separated us.
We scampered in different directions.
The Killing of my close family and friends put me in terror.
My home destroyed by the bombs, running for my life was a solution.
Your country welcome me as a refugee, brought up in a camp,
Till was able to stand on my toes and found comfort in the little business.
Given a chance to rebuild a new family and interact with everyone peacefully.
Hell breaks loose when I am accused of all the wrongs in that country.
I am on the run once again, running without direction.
My pillar of income destroyed in the looting as I am accused of all the wrongs in that country.
Some of my fellows are killed in the process.
I am on the run again but with a confused mind.
If I go back home, my government will kill me, and now
Some of the owners of the country I'm squatting in are ready and geared to kill me
Too. Where do I go.
How do I survive as everything I owned has been looted.
I cry but my tears turn not to give me a solution.
Just there I hear the voice of the lord reminding me that

‘When a stranger resides with you in your land, you shall not do him wrong. 'The stranger who resides with you shall be to you as the native among you, and you shall love him as yourself, for you were aliens in the land of Egypt; I am the LORD your God. 'You shall do no wrong in judgment, in'

I have been judged and condemned, heartbroken I remain for been a foreigner in
A foreign country.
May he vindicate we the afflicted of the people,
May he Save us his children and protect us from the oppressor.