Refugee Camp
Meal bells
familiar warmth in our
heart’s swell
How long it’s been it’s
hard to tell
This city of tents
Estranged
Dining outside with the
unnamed
Look around at all the
unphased
and wonder when they’ll vent
The moment my heart breaks
at the height of our mistakes
the form that it now takes
is a little girl
asking her father,
“When
are we
Going home?”
–
Marched in
Thousands more come every
evening
Sunset bringing more
mouths to feed
In this city of tents
Why us?
A question voiced so loud the
air it cuts
Several groups getting
mutinous
City of regrets
The moment my heart breaks
at the height of all our mistakes
the form that it now takes
is a little girl
asking politely,
“Father when
are we
going home?”
Yet never lies we tell to her
You see the fear that swells in her
kills me.
He says,
“This tent’s our house for now,
We’ll leave as soon as we know how,
you’ll see.”
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