Unless you live in a place
Where your father and his,
lived,
You will miss being seen as a
tree.
Instead,
You will die as a twig or a
branch.
Unless you have in a place
Three generations having
lived,
You will fail losing a native
place,
The place that preserves your
identity.
Rampant migration that is in
force
Will deprive the present
generation
Of what their forefathers
enjoyed.
07.12.2007
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