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My poem on “ Moving Away ”

I was forced to leave my home They said it was for safety

Now , my home is no more Just a battlefield . My heart is broke , and my soul is in pain ; Why must life be so cruel ?

For while I was walking , searching for a friendly scent . And I was wondering myself : But how far will I escape , how long will I flee ?

Home was my refuge , my haven , my sanctuary . Now , after taking it from us , they call me a refugee .

Lou-Anne