Joya Fairchild

(Valley Center, CA, USA)

Earth's Refugee

I

I saw their faces, the hungry, destitute and forlorn,
this river of people that tread a continent war-torn.
Children clutched to mothers breasts, deeply throed,
thus, vacant eyes devoid of spirits abode...
Empty as a black nights cloak, despair of hope,
mercilessly treading regions, sanctuaries sought, yet remote.

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