Migrant

Long long way i never feel the path to live everything is far from me. my home my husband and m union children also my childhood. I'm migrant After loosing my home. My tears never seen to the policy maker's just like me man of us Dead ,thristy only for good living. Poverty is everywhere. Food price cloths and my daily life is now in a great trouble.. I am homeless im the voice of many migrants. My country cant support me Because of the nasty policy. Im abeused by hate crime. I lost my own identity In west.. Im just migrant. No one ask me how are you? Day after Day im tortured sometimes affected for the discriminated sociaty. Have you any idea why i lose my identity Becasue the rulers of the western cuture make me poor destroy me and my family everyday i say this shall too pass Nut when ? after death?How many lives will lost near future... who will be the responsible Ah,This is humanity.