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  • Burning Grass beneath My Feet

    Crisis hit,
    Fires burned,
    Open was the pit.


    This community has people of many races.
    Asian, European, African, Middle Eastern,
    They come from many places.
    How much from them you may learn!


    Some say there isn’t room,
    That your countries are already full,
    If you open, your nation will no longer bloom.
    To say that is to be a fool.


    Crisis hit,
    Fires burned,
    Open was the pit.


    We’re refugees.
    The grass is burning under our feet.
    Give us shelter; Please!
    Extend your hands, us to greet.


    If you were fleeing in terror, so true,
    You wouldn’t have so hard a heart,
    You’d seek shelter too.
    Oughtn’t you to take our part?


    Crisis hit,
    Fires burned,
    Open was the pit.


    How well this community
    Has welcomed us in.
    If you would have some unity,
    You’d cry above the din.


    Life for us has been tough,
    Shall be you make it more so,
    By being so awfully rough?
    If you care a whit for us, you will answer “No!”


    Crisis hit,
    Fires burned,
    Open was the pit.
    Last edited by ClaireC; 04-10-2016, 11:15 PM.
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