They were so young, when they were, deported, because they’d lost the war, and now, the colony that originally belonged to their motherland was to be, returned.
So they were, forced, out of the only home they ever knew, as they were, DRAGGED away from that two-story house they’d lived in since they were born by their parents, they couldn’t help, but CRY, out of loss!
not my photo…
Forced, out of the only home they ever knew, where, are they to go now? They’d lost that place of comfort they once knew, and now, it’s like, they’re, walking that high-wire over 5,000 feet up in the air, with NO net down below…
Forced, out of the only home they ever knew, as they arrived back to their homeland, they found it, difficult, to reestablish themselves, as people of their home nation. After all, they weren’t, born there, and now, they’d felt, more like outsider than ever.
Forced, out of the only home they ever knew, they were, forced, to leave, as EVERYBODY else in the neighborhood came out of their houses, and it’s all because of their race, of how, they were labeled, as the “enemy”, because the nation of their origin was, at war, with the nation they were, living in………
not my photo still…
Life, the Obstacle Course 