Single drops
make an ocean
fibers make
pretty clothes
a dried up sea
is still a lake
A tattered cloth?
Rags to throw away
A leafless tree
Has still some hope
What of the leaf?
If treeless then
The use is gone
The home is gone
The roots are gone
You and me
We make a team
All of us a nation
If not me
It still does stand
But my life
My home is gone
Identity lost
Who am I?
Who will I be?
Castigated
Cast adrift
Not amnesia
Oblivion
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