Living in far away lands from the one born in,
Migration of choice for money, fame, work, love...
Choices of desire, hatred, ambition or penury.
But, to migrate in ones own land,
Out of compulsion, in helplessness, dispossessed, depressed and depravation... War in people and life within them.
All in the same planet we call home. Both these migrations happen and at the same time. Peace is a difficult word to pronounce and possess, leave alone to practice.
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