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Displacement

My heart bleeds for those
Who feel displaced 
Who are forced, through no fault of their own,
To flee

Their minds would be swirling With
Conflicting thoughts
Terror for staying
Trepidation for going

We live in an unsympathetic world
With so little tolerance for different people
Our lack of knowledge for their culture
We need to stop tarring these people
With the same brush

Every nationality has good and bad
Even us