The searching for life

Coming in a country
Without family
Coming for searching
For a life better
For your future.
Coming without money ,
And without clothes
Going to church
Praising the Holy Father
To ask him
Why did we have to leave everything?
And come with nothing !
Is that our mistake ,and lies
That make us move.
Some of us died because
Of our pain
Water from our eyes ,
Coming out each morning and night.
But we still believe that
One day ,one day
We will win .
And this time
They will have no cry
No pain,no lies.

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