SONNET ABOUT WHERE YOU LIVE

BEING HOME

Countries should be inclusive
And not make millions flee
Of fear for an elusive
Destructive enemy

I am not sure of country
Or city, street or home
What is my nationality
I do forever roam

This means I cannot give you
One contest rule you need
I wish I could, for I, too,
Want roots under my feet

     Family is all I have here
     The treasure that I hold dear

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January 2, 2017

3d place in contest: Sonnet about where you live