Refugee Everywhere Poem by Jude Fuhnwi

Refugee Everywhere

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Is not that I go from being refugee
To not being one - me poor black man!
I can only imagine me in my negligee
But where is home?

They do not love me,
Except that they do not.
If all they do is hate me,
I can almost imagine not;
Where is home?

If all they give me is hate,
I can almost imagine my fate
And the trouble it gives to accommodate.
Why is everywhere not my home?

Refugee in this place I call home
Yet, the Mediterranean with its cruel;
Unbeknownst, still leads me to a duel.
Is that this poor black man has not a home?

I am the one who dies,
In this one they call America.
I am the one they chase,
In this one they call Asia.
I am the one who dies,
Everywhere; the only one.
Even in this one I call home, Africa!

Tuesday, August 25, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: racism,xenophobia
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Larry 31 August 2020

This poem is outstanding. Speaks truth to the plight of the black man in a very apt way. Thanks for sharing sir.

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