Refugee Dream
poem by:
Theresa Taylor
Written
on Dec 01, 2016
Follow me in my dreams back to a place Broken walls and ashes should guide our way Visit the street where I once played Homes that echoed happiness now have nothing to say War took it all, we had to be on our way Now 11 million of us are treated like strays
Tags: sad,
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Cecilia Crasto commented:
A very sad plight for these poor helpless people, even more tragic that many refuse to understand their situation. I think you meant "played" in the third line...well expressed.
