She sits near the Window,
Looks on the stars,
Prays for the freedom,
Lack of the wars.
She wants to return,
But she lives in Iraq,
She loves her nice Mummy,
But refugee can’t be back.
She joins to army,
And flies to Iraq,
She’s flaying to Mammy,
And has no way back
And this is what happened,
When She’s flaying Home,
Her plane has been crashed,
Her life means no more…
Refugee
© Copyright: Антон Витальевич, 2006
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