Mary Mc Creath
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
Not and ACE.
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