Thoughtful the mind but words fall short,
Eager to speak but no willing audience.
Worried and woeful but no tears shed,
Self pity dominate sans solace or compassion.
Living on the edge with no viable escape,
There are cracks and crevices but no doors.
Buildings and houses but none called home,
Invasions regular as searches are prescribed.
People scared to speak from their hearts,
They weep inwards at their plight.
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