Nothing, except poetry, can scrutinize my heart

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 Just dust I am, but God did mold my soul

I saw the light but I was born in war

My place of birth, no food it bore only war

The crops did die; the men did die and die

My mom did flee, my dad as well and I.

 

 We flee to the far north

The Anglo-Saxons’ land

To start a life anew

And a new language too

I fled from those who chased

And I chased those who fled

 

Today I have been reborn

And again I have been formed

Poetry has allowed you into my soul

Without it my story cannot be told

No one can see my heart to say

That they can see my sorrows and pray

No one is able to scrutinize my heat

Because of this from poetry I do not part.

 

 

 

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