My War Zone

I am from a broken place From poverty From hatred. I am from a large city, Where everything meant something And having nothing was common. I am from a war zone, Tensions filled land. I am from a place I cannot call my home anymore, Because nothing is left to call mine. I am from a nonexistent country, That is not recognized. I am from Podgorica, Montenegro, A place which meant something one day, But now is nothing but a name.