Poetry

REFUGEE

By 28th January 2013December 9th, 2019No Comments

Hopelessly, I trudge along the highway of despair.
The saddest road that man knows. Because it leads nowhere.
My lovely house, my family home, for a hundred years or so.
We lived in peace, we harmed no-one. Why do we have to go?
And does the world care at all, as our tears fall like rain?
Will I ever see my homeland, hug my loved ones again?

Brian Haswell

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