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It Feels Like a Broken Violin

by Eva-Maria Palevich

One string left, one to play,
a faint chance to be heard;
around the globe, emigrants
enter a new country with hope.

Religious fanatics take others’
dreams and kill mothers, fathers
and their children. Sunshine, new
country’s hope: vanished.

Copyright © 2016 by Eva-Maria Palevich

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