<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=350839" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>We Refugees</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I come from a musical place<br>Where they shoot me for my song<br>And my brother has been tortured<br>By my brother in my land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I come from a beautiful place<br>Where they hate my shade of skin<br>They don't like the way I pray<br>And they ban free poetry. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I come from a beautiful place<br>Where girls cannot go to school<br>There you are told what to believe<br>And even young boys must grow beards. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I come from a great old forest<br>I think it is now a field<br>And the people I once knew<br>Are not there now. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We can all be refugees<br>Nobody is safe,<br>All it takes is a mad leader<br>Or no rain to bring forth food,<br>We can all be refugees<br>We can all be told to go,<br>We can be hated by someone<br>For being someone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I come from a beautiful place<br>Where the valley floods each year<br>And each year the hurricane tells us<br>That we must keep moving on. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I come from an ancient place<br>All my family were born there<br>And I would like to go there<br>But I really want to live. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I come from a sunny, sandy place<br>Where tourists go to darken skin<br>And dealers like to sell guns there<br>I just can't tell you what's the price. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am told I have no country now<br>I am told I am a lie<br>I am told that modern history books<br>May forget my name. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We can all be refugees<br>Sometimes it only takes a day,<br>Sometimes it only takes a handshake<br>Or a paper that is signed.<br>We all came from refugees<br>Nobody simply just appeared,<br>Nobody's here without a struggle,<br>And why should we live in fear<br>Of the weather or the troubles?<br>We all came here from somewhere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Benjamin+Zephaniah">Benjamin Zephaniah</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=350839" data-title="We Refugees de Benjamin Zephaniah" data-description="I come from a musical place Where they shoot me for my song And my brother has been tortured By my brother in my land. I come from a beautiful place Where they hate my shade of skin They don't like the way I pray And they ban free poetry. I com..."></div> </div> </div>

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