A refugee’s cry

Our lands are cracked and thirsty,
Our minds are no exception.
They are thirsty for peace,
And some peace and promotion.

Our life is all but happy,
It is filled with danger and sorrow.
There is no job, no shelter,
We don’t know if there’ll be a tomorrow!

Our days are turning to worst,
We pity our miserable plight.
There is no soul to hear our cries,
Our poor condition, we are unable to fight.

Our hearts ache with pain,
As we leave our homeland,
Fearing the chance of ‘yet another war’,
We seek refuge in uninviting sand.

Our minds are filled with hope,
To see a bright day ‘sometime’,
Thinking about that day we will strive,
And keep looking for ‘New Year’ bells to chime.
 

~The Dreamy Dryad~

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