I fear for the soil

The mother and

Child in tow

The gentle hello

To my foreign wife

I fear that when

She leaves the house

She might not come back

The bus stop is danger

The supermarket

The train

Walking down the streets

I called my own

But now they are “Theirs”

And we must be quiet and hide

Until my country comes back

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I Analysed your actions your words naturally drawn to you 

Effortlessly falling for you 

Deep sacred consciousness that only I knew 

You were so lost trying to escape yourself 

Running away from yourself 

And everyone else 

Electronic volts shown to me in colours and lightning shape

Flying from your body infecting your surroundings as they escape 

Asif to say...

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