We’re refugees on the run from death.
We’re seeking shelter in the home of plenty.
We don’t want to take our last breath,
trying to preserve our dignity.

We’re refugees fighting for our lives.
We’re searching for freedom
where we know hope survives
and children can block boredom.

We didn’t create terrorists;
terrorists created us.
We’re not masochists;
but children hide around us.

From many countries we’re ejected
as if we were contagious viruses;
by others we’re rejected
because they consider us nemeses.

Copyright@2016 Martina R. Gallegos


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