DISPLACEMENT: DISPLACED

DISPLACED

Forced to leave in the dead of night. Sisters stolen
and Mother shot.

I look back at the only home i’ve ever known, to board
a boat to distant shores in hope of civility.

Two days on; cold and hungry with old and young slowly
dying before me.
“Will humanity hear our cry?”

Rescued now, a prayer answered. A refugee for all to
see.

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Patricia Hollyoak

 

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