Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Refugee Child

displaced child of war
ancient eyes and soured skin
fouled by smoke and sulphur,
faded, dull flower
drained of colour

precious to few
expendable to most
powerless to dictate
life’s direction

treading a long road
unkind beneath tired feet
head down
heart heavy
even the birds don’t sing

the monsters from
under the bed
now hunt in daylight


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