They come with the spring
They come with summer
They come infested with flies and pock marks.
They are despised
Their baggage is children, women
The men have no place.
They want new territories.
They are culpable
They could be anything, anyone.
But most important of all
they are refugees, seekers of change
as the wind billows
and storm screams
They are whip lashed by wind
and bathed with waters, roaring
yawning seas.
They are refugees.
Come me you let us go to relief camps
see their plight and write stories
media stories. Not fiction.
But fact scripted in graves.
The poem has given voice to a common concern and perception of the world with regard to the plight of refugees who have fled their homelands and coming into European countries. It portrays some of the horrors they have faced on the way: Come me you let us go to relief camps see their plight and write stories
After compassion fatigue sets in, media stories are a background hum. Meanwhile there is underutilized land in the American Midwest, because small farms are not economically competitive. American suburbanites have large lawns, but in their value system this is apparently unrelated to other people's lack of land.I hope the United Nations can lead the way by setting aside land to help these people.
Thousand homeless streaming ...... One voice speaking on their behalf...
yawning seas. They are refugees. it's so real! the cruelty is strict! I usually say nice poem - yes, it is well-written. but in fact - the tragedy.
They are whip lashed by wind and bathed with waters, roaring yawning seas. Yes we shall help them as writers writing about their vows, their cries, their sufferings. we shall help them thank you for this call to help. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Realistic. The poet must have actually visited a refugee camp and witnessed their plight.