Mary Mc Creath

Veteran Poet - 1,394 Points (Glasgow, Scotland)

The Refugees - Poem by Mary Mc Creath

Not one, but thousands flee a land of pain and woe
Each searches desperately for a place to go
To find a haven without terror or distress
To find a place of safety
And begin again to rest

At night and in day
Away from bullets, bombs and fears
That is their heartfelt quest
Amid panic, loneliness and tears.

Yet their onward journey ends for many in despair
Dead and dying people, children…does anybody care?

Drowned in some unfriendly ocean are hundreds in a day
Others suffer suffocation in concealment on their way.

Hid in lorries, vans and case…….
And out of desperation
dealt…..
A JOKER
Not and ACE.

Topic(s) of this poem: despair, human condition, humanity, reality, refugees

Form: Free Verse


Poet's Notes about The Poem

About the refugees entering Europe

Comments about The Refugees by Mary Mc Creath

  • Edward Kofi Louis (12/17/2015 7:20:00 AM)


    Nice work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. Dedicated to the refugees. (Report) Reply

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  • Bharati Nayak (10/12/2015 5:17:00 PM)


    They desperately flee for their lives from terror and war, leaving behind their homes, homelands, assets and their livelihood.Innocent men and women, , young and old, but what they meet in the roads and high seas is cruel fate mostly the result of actions of our so called civilized society.It is really a blot on humanity.We should care for the innocents, care for human lives as it is one of the basic human value.Your poem expresses concern for these hapless people.Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Frank Meintjies (9/13/2015 2:03:00 PM)


    Great poem about one of the burning issues of our time. Why is the response so slow from wielders of power? Thanks for adding the voice of wordsmiths to the growing solidarity with refugees. (Report) Reply

  • David Wood (9/13/2015 6:46:00 AM)


    The refugee situation unfolds before our eyes on national TV. Countries unable to cope is a crying shame. Have a look at my Elegy for a Drowned Child. It says the same. Good work. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 13, 2015



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