as a bit of your homeland. You told your friend:
"I’ll come back in a few years, as a lion.
There isn’t another place I can call home
and wherever I go I'll carry our country in me.
I'll make sure my children speak our tongue,
remember our history, and follow our customs.
Rest assured, you will see this same man,
made up of loyalty, bring back gifts
and knowledge from other lands."
You won't be able to go back.
See, the door has closed behind you.
Like others, you too are expendable
to a country that has never lacked citizens.
You will undergo many sleepless nights
weeping in silence, confused and homesick.
Indeed, loyalty is treacherous
if only one side intends to be loyal.
You will have no choice but to join the refugees
and change your passport.
Eventually you will learn:
your country is where you raise your children,
your homeland is where you build your home.