Tag: refugees
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For all the Child Refugees like Gulwali
Rooted out of thin soil a strong plant yet to fruit, young in the ways of the world and old in the ways of faith. —— Prays and yearns for a vanishing childhood, adrift with callous, greedy men, dollar focused selling refugees for the highest payment. Yanked out by his family and circumstances, —- sent…
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Echoes in Faith
It is in the silence that he is usually there, in the angel music he will ordinarily speak, but like many who wander and wonder there is an emptiness and disconnection. —– Shadows of shapes where he used to be and a faint echo that which led to stability, a heavy heart hangs low, he…
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The Tears of a Refugee
Tenderly he lifted her like a merchant with fine china, he laid her on the grass and called her name, no answer, he heard as she listened only to the dear departed and already had forgotten his tenderness. —- Slowly she sank into the grass as if she was longing for her grave. He walked…
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A child can only look on knees,
A child can only look on knees, frail, loud, loving and free, hunting beetles, shedding tears, smelling the earth, ‘It’s nearer to me!’ — A child can only look on knees, and spider webs’ silvery droplets, marvelling at the moon and stars, splashing in cool, cerulean seas. — A child can only look on knees,…
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The Swift Migrant.
A swift circled the blue, blue sky, another joining a long pilgrimage, journeying through jagged mountains. countries and places endangering their fragile, feathered lives. Those arriving are welcomed. Watching their flight we raise happy faces to a cerulean heavens of their grace. ==== Travelling thousands of long miles, they, like each refugee seek shelter,…
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Fear in the waves.
Shivering, shuddering beneath the leaden skies soaking them, water running everywhere and lies, all finding its way under their skin. — Pushed, unauthorised but terrified into obeisance, obedience to the traffickers as the lights flicker and waves roar over hard rocks. — Huddled, terrified they hold onto the frail touches of each other and a…
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The Poor paying for the Rich
He looked into his wallet and then into the face of his children. Oliver looked out from their faces, thinned and paled by hunger, Their sad eyes looked at under woolly hats and coat covered arm hugs. — His eyes watered and his empty belly grumbled as he opened the last dull can of beans,…
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My Country’s Shame
The shame falls on me like showers of hail, it drums on my burdened head. And I want it to help me shed my skin and bury me but- Would I be a whitened sepulchre? Faceless with my nation’s baseless and graceless way of torturing small children by turning them back, rejecting their cries because…
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The Refugee’s Journey in Darkness
— The darkness overwhelmed her and within its womb her hurts were hidden and her tears could fall like rain and the storm of running, hiding, and protecting her children was for a moment abating and creating a place, a space for rest and respite, hugs and holding tight. The smell of burned homes and…
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A Refugee Hell
She shrank from the man, who wanted to enslave her body, and over months with her children she walked, crawled and found a place to sleep. work for few coins, hiding and hoping that they would not chase her and place her again in chains. — A man took pity, her money and her mother’s…
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