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We Lost Our Homeland

My name is Amin. I love writing the truth more than fiction


She was lost

She was lost in the midst of the crowd
We lost it who helps us in our search for them
The time is late and the night is slipping
Are they small asking us
Is she without a family? Is she sad?
Do you neglect her?
How long have you taken it?
How long have you been living there?
How long have you lifted the flag above its walls?
What you called it .. to cry over
Or erect a tent of consolation
Is not she .. Is not this her dress
Smeared with torn pants
Is not her shirt red and white?
Come up, my daughter, do not be afraid
what is your name
My name is Algeria
What is your .. of what you run away
Of all things, sir
There is nothing more to stay

© 2018 tabouche amin

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