Where Can I Go To Now? Poem by ian westwood

WHERE CAN I GO TO NOW?

Where can I go to now
To escape all this war and tyranny?

Should I risk a boat trip
To Lampadusa,
And end up dead
On the seabed of an unknown sea?

Or should I climb a high mountain,
Scathed by blizzards
And freezing snow,
Dressed in flimsy clothing,
Not really knowing where to go?

Or should I sink
To the darkest depths of the deepest sea,
Hiding away forever
From all those evil forces
That track and trace me?

Or should I venture
To the far North,
To view the spleandour
Of the Northern Lights.
At least one glimpse of purity,
Before I vanish into the night.

Or should I seek the graveyards
Of slaughtered children,
Hoping to sense in the stillness,
An echo of their cheerful laughter
And their sweet and gleeful singing
In a world hereafter?

Or should I still listen
To the distrustful words
Of politicians.
Should I ever place a hope in them,
Always pretending to be my friend.

For what can I do now
To releive my pain and suffering?
The pain of my wife,
My husband and my children.
What can I do now
To find a way ahead,
When so few countries,
Are prepared to take us in?