the refugees stuck behind trucks stuck in the mud
the rainy season has arrived
the refugees spread out , pore thru borders with cold blood.
Conflicts always in season, too bad for those who haven't survived.
refugees bring their heartbroken memes.
in pots, boiling hot
nightmares and dreams
Its easy to figure out who gets to squat and who gets the yacht
The loneliness of the long distant refugee
With the longing to get over it.
And dam the brands of the obligee
And live amongst the flashbacks before the throats were slit.
In relative ease in relative Edens
Detectable by GPSs in the gardens.
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