Refugees Poem by Leslie Philibert
Refugees
What is left if nothing`s left?
Each tap loses teeth-blood
Each empty cup smiles with malice.
We have fallen over the fence,
Our pictures torn, a history in bags.
We walk like a cluster of wraiths
As dull legs trudge over stones.
The old will wither with frost
When the night comes sooner.
And if the children cry in the night
There is nothing more to say;
Than that the stars are hungry too.
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4/19/2024 2:48:46 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The plight of refugees everywhere in the world worries me too.Thank for taking up pen and writing this wonderfull poem to alert us to the evis of this problem.