Sullen faces with
broken bodies
marching to the lament
of their own threnody.
Their homes destroyed
and their families scattered,
the defeat of terrorism
was all that mattered.
History once again
has come full circle
devastating lands
that once were fertile.
Now these lost souls
have to find a new place
where they won’t be judged
because of their race.
But there is nowhere
that will open their arms
unless they are
prepared to
work for nothing
on a factory farm.
Born in the wrong place
at the wrong time,
to end up stateless
was their only crime.
You know what the 50year old poet. You inspire me. As in you make me read in between the lines. Thank you. Words can only move people, slowly but with vigour. 😁
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