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REFUGEES by Michael Inioluwa Oladele

How are we going to maintain him?
For where we go, food is absent
How are we to sustain him?
For where we go, food is absent.
.
Our little child is a glutton
His stomach protrudes daily
His shirt has lost all buttons
His eyes shines to bread brightly
.
Our little child likes meat
But our destination lacks meat
Our little child wants to drink
There is nothing here to call drink
.
Do we take him or leave him?
Our journey to freedom is not of tourism
Our little child likes meat
But there is no food where we go.

REFUGEES by Michael Inioluwa Oladele

REFUGEES by Michael Inioluwa Oladele

Author: Michael Inioluwa Oladele

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