The
green grass of home
Some
don't see it at all
They
dream of going to the other side
Believing
there will be a better green
They
feel home will be discriminated
The
chances of better living isn't in the fold
They
think they don't have a chance
Hopping
over the fence is a better deal
They
are willing to cut the roots
Uprooted
themselves to face a new horizon
They
don't have a history there
They
hope they will make it through
The
discrimination can be everywhere
Every
country many colours of people
There
will be bound to have a caste system
Branding
its way into a majority stamp
The
green grass of home
The
knowledge and experiences count
The
footprints cultivated in decades
It
is better stay make the change
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