by Meredith Flanner | |
Published on: Dec 15, 2008 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
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If I were a refugee, it wouldn't be nice. I wouldn't be able to wash very often and all that I 'd eat, is rice. If i were a refugee, I wouldn't have a bed. So when I go to sleep at night, I'd have nowhere to rest my head. If i were a refugee, I'd be running day and night. And any gunshots I would hear, would give me quite a fright. If I were a refugee, I might get placed in a camp. It would be horrible, yucky, wet and damp. If i were a refugee, I'd want to get a visa. To go to Australia or the leaning Tower of Pisa. But....I'm not a refugee and I have a comfy bed. A roof, a house and food and shelter over my head « return. |