Elsa
Clothes of cardboard, Souls of stone
Cracked faces with the tears it once shone
Walking in the darkness
Fear is pale
Being thrown back like an animal to a place I don’t remember
The cries for my babies – without a father, without a mother
Across a border so ruthlessly thrown
Never to forget I am being betrayed by a country that fights for Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness
Something stolen from you just like your dignity
Clothes of cardboard, Souls of stone
The county I pledged to hurts me so.
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