African Political Analysis Think-Tank Vignettes

I am a refugee I fled and came to you empty handed, though with grey-matter intact, I came because I abandoned, I gave up another life, And here I came to renew it, I am the one whom, you sometimes meet, in parades with or without, masks behind which my survival is defined, on the cobbled sidewalk of your city, I cover myself behind spread wares, sometimes you pay me, other times, citing those sore-eye excuses, you call, the tax-collectors, or the police, soon I disappear, the next day, I return, with different wares, I am a refugee, I do not decide how you treat me, perhaps I am the one, who is supposed to make history, justified that I am part of the outsiders, content that my status is weaponized, it becomes the arsenal for xenophobes, No!  I do not take your jobs, Dear me! I only labour to feed, a hunger that bites, bone, reason and direction, not your kind of hunger, I guess, I am a refugee, and by that alone, I fired the first shot, into a score of, belligerent ideologies, wh...