Foreign Lands

I do not want to be a foreigner
I want to belong
I may have travelled a thousand miles
But here is home as much as there

The air that weaved through my hair
Brushes my face here as well
The greeting smiles that welcome me
A universal language recognised everywhere

Life may have stripped me
But my pride is still intact
Until fates turn of show, I was an equal
Cruelly I am left to beg for what I once owned

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6 thoughts on “Foreign Lands

  1. We are all citizens of the world, right? Although I could claim to understand, I’ve never been through what some of those left seeking refuge have had to cope with. I would imagine that those who are made to feel like unwelcome guests in their new homes must find it hard to acclimatise, and your poem illustrates those feelings well.

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