Recently I was part of a group of writers asked to share our thoughts at an event to raise awareness of refugees, although I don’t have any direct connection or involvement in such things, one can’t help but feel for their plight, refugees that is and not just economic migrants trying to ride the same road.
Refugee, now on the move,
Refugee, now off the road,
Refugee, now face down, in the water
Refugee, now lying still, lying cold
From the sands of the desert
through the salty lips of the sea
not all faces will make it
everything good, can never be
Looking out into the darkness
praying help is at hand,
craving only a little warmth
from a blanket or a friend
Landed, those who made it
Firm, the hopes that survived
Rough, the reception of strangers
Hard, any new life on this side
Refugee, now sits behind wire mesh
Refugee, now clings onto life
Refugee, now finds scant compassion
Refugee, reflects on all this strife.
Please, just let them be!
There is a short story that was written at the same time on a similar theme, you can read it here, ‘One Boy’s Day Out’