The Refugee Poem by Adeeb AlFateh

The Refugee



The sky is roof

under it no
season for them

war stranded
group they are

waking
on the blood stained ground

on the shrub thorns
reminding the crucifixion

though no peace
on the dusty loaves,
dogs and they
in quarrelsome sorts

no care
no care
only war drives their life
this to that bank......

Monday, August 5, 2019
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