Barbed Wire
With Optimism, reveries and ambitions they move, with death snubbed and life in the cross fire, their world in a suitcase- they move; Destination anywhere – this human chain – moves.
From their soil in Bangladesh; to the land of the might rhinos, they cross the mighty Brahmaputra; Heavy heart, wild fancies and hope,
From the land of Mexico, To mighty America; From the land of the Czars, To unknown habitat- and beyond the Thar.
Expatriates, Refugees, Emigrants? Ethiopian? Iraqi? Burmese? Somali? Sudanese? Vietnamese...........They move, Life in a suitcase; only option- they choose.
No soul adjudicate such fate, Sometime it gets late; Their life enclosed in the edge of a razor blade, The Wars! Terrorism! Shelling! Nature’s folly! Liquidations? And more They race.
The world was a free land and was never fenced; The Mexicans now digging; Few swims to exaltation; out of sense. Few enclosed in ampoules, sails in painful symphony, Trying to re-write their destiny.
If money can’t buy happiness; Ask the poor the cost of blood; If money can’t buy happiness; Ask the courtesan the cost of lust;
Money can’t buy happiness? The sea makes you smile; But what takes you that mile? Life in a suitcase- wild.
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