There are so many stars
And yet not one is the kind of star we dreamed
None is a Heaven
A paradise
A new world waiting for us to find it
None is our promised new home-
Hot and violent and in pressures
Beyond our tolerance
They only say to us,
‘You have only one true home
And that home is not even a star either'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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