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The tragedy of people forced from their homes and lands. |
| Diaspora A people rise from the earth, Sowing, plowing, building, growing Children are born, raised, move away The earth is home, green, alive Envious eyes watch from afar, glaring A giant's hand closes, ripping, tearing Aided by capital, corrupt and foul People flee, clutching at scraps, blackened The exiled spread, land to land A people lost, scattered, estranged, alone Homeland gone, bound by blood and soil White hot anger, raging and wild The Diaspora Lives Seljo '11 |