<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=494960" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Place Of My Birth No Longer Recognize Me</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">the land where i was born<br>mother tells me<br>is a land of mud and rain<br>they always go together and cause<br>the coming of each other</div><div style="margin:10px 0">once when i have already<br>learned to talk and walk<br>we visited it</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there were trees then<br>and some canals and fields of <br>green, ricefields and patches<br>of potato gardens and corn<br>and cassava</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the men there are thin and the<br>women bent and mishapen<br>and they always complain<br>that they are hopeless<br>with sick children</div><div style="margin:10px 0">they wanted to move <br>to our place where father<br>has prospered</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there were no compromises<br>no transfers and no promises<br>we left all of them<br>towards our own home</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then there was this war<br>and many were killed<br>we read that on the news<br>and heard it from relatives</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then i become a man<br>and in peace visited the place<br>of my birth<br>the place has changed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">everything is barren and burned<br>and there are no children<br>and women<br>either they died and buried<br>on shallow grounds <br>or they left somewhere else<br>for good<br>those hopeless men</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i remember the dead trees<br>and tell them my name<br>who my mother was</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is sad the place of my birth<br>no longer recognizes me</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</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=494960" data-title="The Place Of My Birth No Longer Recognize Me de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="the land where i was born mother tells me is a land of mud and rain they always go together and cause the coming of each other once when i have already learned to talk and walk we visited it there were trees then and some canals and fields of g..."></div> </div> </div>

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