The plight of refugees when home is no longer home.
Home,
a place of hope
and a sense of security,
a place people live
and not just exist,
a place pessimism flee
in the face of optimism,
can a home be home
without this comfort?
no wonder they fled
and against all odds
confronted the desert
and its predators,
reaching the
Mediterranean Sea,
yes, the Mediterranean,
they saw the tides
and turbulence,
with an inadequate Vessel
and with human sharks aboard,
they braced and put on
their armour of courage.
as they sailed,
the refugees,
yes from various countries
overwhelmed by the punches
from the Mediterranean sea,
perhaps they screamed,
prayed and cried,
but were not heard
as the echo from their voices
was swallowed by the
strength of the sea,
and could not fill
the vacuum in
the Mediterranean,
the refugees were taken,
vanished in the Mediterranean,
because home was no longer home.
hi, a very good poem on a very terrible situation. well written. kindest regards bg 🙂😎🙂
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thanks for your kind words and appreciation.
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:_( Over and over again I’m reminded that we are uncivilized. How do we let people suffer so? Thank you for speaking the truth about the struggles some have to face to find peace.
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It is really painful and thinking about it makes tears knock on our eyes…
thanks for your comment.I truly appreciate.
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