Exile

Exiled from my distant homeland, Where the days seemed bright, Nights seemed peaceful and nice, Where I longed for freedom and dignified life. With dictators and militia in charge, Where corruption and killings were at large, Any opposition voice was crushed, Freedom, Oh freedom, was only a dream. With imminent arrest and execution, Fleeing the beloved country was only option, Somehow escaped incognito thru night wilderness, Hitched many rides, got transported in boxes and tank containers, Took wretched overloaded ferries, till I reached a free land. Now I was a refugee seeking asylum, Spent time in camps with miserable living conditions, Finally, after three years, I was granted asylum, I was free in an unknown world. Still, I am actively seeking freedom for my homeland folks, Freedom of speech, and democracy is a precious thing, We will arouse sentiments of local folks to get their rights, Do not cry my homeland, one day you will be free. 4/29/23 contest Writing Challenge-Words with "X" sponsor Constance La France "EXILE"