What a life with pain and suffer
Waiting for help from other
Livin for a day and being sick daily
It is miserable, the life of refugee
There is no respect away from your own country
No thing is perfect all the time boring life, very nasty
No job no perfect life unless you are damn lucky
Kids of the native nation insult you, huh so badly
With respect with the love of your relatives
Its best thing to live in your state
Nice poem.refugees suffer so much deprivations.east or west home is the best.here in kenya we have refugees from many other countries.
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Interesting writing Luwi...I know your country has many problems.One half of the world complains if they do not win the lottery.The other half wonder if they will eat today.Keep on writing Luwi especially about your country, its history and its nature. Sid.