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Dec 2018
A life in Silica is promising
Bread and Wine is plenty.
Everyone lives in a square box with four windows.
Men work at mines and markets.
A life in Silica is truly blessing.
Those who know the blessed Silica,
Leave their nests and fly,
In hope to settle down on a new blessed land.
Silica is really new and interesting.
The country is always sparkling
The buildings are so tall that a man broke his neck when he looks up.
Lips pushed out when they speak.
Silica must be really interesting as it said.
I know the Silica
My friends know the Silica
Everyone knows the the Silica
But God sends only a few there.
Everynight we pray fervently
Everyday we listen in awe as we listen to their story.
Everyday we dream that we are also there.
I want my family to have a full meal.
I want my family to live peacefully.
I want my sick father to be recovered
So he can write poems with me.
Once we are in Silica
My family will be fine.
Their future
Will be really promising.
I just cant control myself anymore. I hope immigrants can relate to  this poem.
Jemevic
Written by
Jemevic  20/F/Malaysia
(20/F/Malaysia)   
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