Refugee Dream

poem by: Theresa Taylor
Written on Dec 01, 2016

Follow me in my dreams back to a place 
Broken walls and ashes should guide our way
Visit the street where I once played
Homes that echoed happiness now have nothing to say
War took it all, we had to be on our way
Now 11 million of us are treated like strays

 

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Cecilia Crasto commented:
A very sad plight for these poor helpless people, even more tragic that many refuse to understand their situation. I think you meant "played" in the third line...well expressed.

 

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