Farid: A 50 word story

The payment for a passport dear

from the white shores of Greece

to the artificial island of the Netherlands

My brother awaits me.

Once a home is now rubble

But aspiration for new remains

I worked for the Red Cross and now I am the one requiring aid.

 

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