Poor world

by Irene Bom


My home is here, there and everywhere
Or it used to be
Till others decided otherwise
and claimed our territory.

Poor world where the ones who remember
the ancient songs
Poor world where the ones who clearly belong
are driven into a corner
Poor world – where did we go wrong?
Where did we go wrong?

So I’m a nomad, a wanderer
I follow the wind
It has taught me much but life is rough
when bit by bit your world is caving in

(Repeat Chorus)

Free – if you will let me be
wild – I love the rugged
It’s in my blood
Shame, what a shame
if you allow our way of living
to disappear without trace.

(Repeat Chorus)

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