The Making Of A Refugee
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Driving out from your home,
How can I turn you
Into a refugee,
Which but not in my philosophy?
Who says you are a refugee,
You are not,
You are a man, man?
From a gipsy to a refugee,
Where have you come to,
A gipsy to a refugee?
And after being a refugee you in
A no-man's land
A no-man loitering about.
Seeking food and shelter and refuge,
With the tears dried into the eyes
And with a bowl into the hands.
Your house is now mine and you driven
Out of your house,
How can it be, how can it be?
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