Some of us are faster
building great walls
Nonetheless we cluster,
making life hard
Some of us are eager
to travel worlds
Xenophobic murders,
they take our head.
Some of us are beggars
in foreign lands
Nothing thus is better
than rural brand.
Some of us are winners,
fame framed on walls
None of which would ever
offer a hand
Some of us live better
in broken worlds
Nothing thus is uglier
than foreign land.
Vinzpoetry 
#sighs. Irony of circumstances.
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You know sometimes, i will be satisfied here and still be frustrated, it’s a heartfelt write but painful still
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So do we remain in shadows under scorching sun or fly like birds to freezer land because we have failed to lit our houses with sunlight we have in abundance?
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This is crazy, i don’t know what to say anymore
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