Refugee
"Navigating Challenges: The Struggles and Resilience of Refugees"
#Refugee
--------Aranna Hassan Delwar.
This rainless night is soaked by the moon
But I am getting wet in tears
No, there is no peace in this world.
no truth
What does a man want to survive?
A slice of bread?
No socialism? No democracy?
Sometimes I enter the dark hole
We get lost, forget our birth identity.
Neither socialism nor democracy
I want a loaf of bread to survive.
Now I have only one slogan
Keep your socialism, democracy in your pocket
Guarantee us three meals a day.
Where were you born?
What is my state?
Your battle is in the war game
I lost out on the expansion of the arms trade
My private birth ID and address.
All I know is that this world belongs to God
I am God's creation
Therefore, I have the right over the land of the whole world
Why should I identify myself as a refugee?
In the conflict of your power
Why do I lose my loved ones?
Why will my identity be based on religion?
I am God's creation, that is my identity.
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Gendaria Dhaka.
Aranna Hasan Delwar.
Gandaria dhaka.
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