I have been taken.
Barely surviving, to provide for another’s comfort.
Squeezed and packed as a parcel, unable to contort.
I live, caged in someone else’s house.
Missing my home, children and my spouse.
Back there, they are praying silently with hope
Thanks to their prayers, I am able to cope.
I work in this region that is foreign.
Land, when compared to mine, is barren.
All these plants look like a fake.
Even the water feels like a mistake.
The worst part is that my tears cannot be seen;
They melt silently into the blue and green.
A small dedication to all those forcibly taken from their homes to serve elsewhere.
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