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  • Mamabug

    I don't hardly know what else to say. Powerful.

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  • Leenyi
    Very moving Choco. Thank you for writing such relevant words in these times.

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  • REG53
    You shed some light about the refugees that most people never thinks about.

    It was beautifully written.

    Thank you choco.

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  • KoKo

    Thank you!

    Your writing is amazing!

    Has this beautiful talent of yours been with you for most of your life?

    Take Care

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  • choco
    Thanks koko 😊

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  • 502E79
    Originally posted by choco View Post
    My incentive for writing this was primarily to highlight the plight of the refugees around the world and to enable people perhaps to identify with them as more than just freeloading obstacles

    You did choco. Thank you, words are often hard to find to describe all that we experience in life, so coming across a quote, a post, or a poem worth saving is much appreciated.

    It allows us to reread and take from the words what they initially gave us.

    Words, like prayer, become an education. They can cause us to do something or perhaps, not to do. We continually learn, maybe even grow with fresh courage facing all of life's obstacles, not just MS.

    Once again, thank you.

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  • KoKo
    Hi choco

    Poetry, writings, paintings, etc. can be put in our Creative Center- listed under MSWorld Centers, top of forum page.

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  • choco
    started a topic The Refugee

    The Refugee

    Hi, I looked around the forum for a section where one can post poetry and various writings but could not find it. So I hope I am not misplaced in posting this here but if I am please feel free to remove it.

    I wrote this about a year ago and wanted to share it. My incentive for writing this was primarily to highlight the plight of the refugees around the world and to enable people perhaps to identify with them as more than just freeloading obstacles.

    The Refugee
    by Atheána Kalantzakos

    The refugee
    That's me
    You would never have guessed
    I too was once blessed

    I used to have a home
    And family to call my own
    I used to have a life
    With my children and my wife

    Until the day it was decided
    By morons united
    To invade and take away
    My home, my world, my family

    I once used to be whole
    Until they came along and stole
    All I cherished and held dear
    Leaving me with nothing but dread and fear

    I worked so hard to build my home you see
    At nights I studied to earn a degree
    And then the bombs upon us did drop
    And life as we knew it came to a stop

    Bombs designed to obliterate all
    But it was not enough for cities to fall
    No, they had to add poison to ensure a slow death
    Ensuring NOTHING would survive the aftermath

    Gone would be our safety and security
    To be replaced with senseless brutality
    Never knowing what tomorrow would bring
    Only to a guarantee that it would be harrowing

    Where I once used to be warm and dry
    I now live in a tent where children cry
    No longer with anything to call my own
    Wet and chilled to the very bone

    Now the world now looks down upon me
    An unwanted reminder of what could be
    Not caring that I once stood tall
    Or how I was before I lost it all

    Gone is my dignity, gone is my pride
    How can I now hold my head up high?
    When you lose everything you once ever had
    When all your worldly goods fit into one plastic bag

    So now my brethren and I have become
    A problem, a vagabond, a homeless bum
    Go back! they shout to where you belong
    No matter who is right or who is wrong

    Do not bring your problems to our cost
    We care not an iota what you have lost
    If we let you in you will only be a drain
    A scourge, a burden, an unwanted pain

    Who'd ever have thought this could happen to me
    An open heart surgeon in my own country
    Now I am but a word, vilified by the press
    To be parcelled out, north, east, south and west

    My country used to be my home
    One to which you might even have come
    Now I live in a city made of tents
    They call it the jungle, makes perfect sense

    When will I leave here, where will I roam
    Will I ever again have a place to call home?