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I Fear

I fear for the soil

The mother and

Child in tow

 

The gentle hello

To my foreign wife

 

I fear that when

She leaves the house

She might not come back

 

The bus stop is danger

The supermarket

The train

Walking down the streets

I called my own

But now they are “Theirs”

And we must be quiet and hide

 

Until my country comes back

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