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My land is rich

Resourcefull is my land

The land i left



Here a squarter i am, long

up-rooted and tossed away

like dead wood



To this strange land

I chose not to live

My heart`s forever in my country



I am worried that

i may never go back

to the greatland of my birth



I would probably die here

beloved ones i left behind

may never see me again



My hope`s bleak

Gone with my heart

to the land of my tribe