From the hollows of despair, they fled.
The shirts on their backs and the children
In their arms, all they could manage to
Even the abysmal shelters they had recently
Been made to call
No longer gave any protection or
A chance at repair or
They left, dodging death and finding
Further fright to
And in their hearts they held on
To the slowly fraying
Of days when life was softer
And beds were warm,
And babies slept
Safe from war and hate and
Note: Dedicated to all displaced, terrorized, pressed, oppressed, persecuted persons everywhere, and to the many millions who had, throughout history and in recent memory and in today’s times, been forced to further risk their lives by leaving what had once been home and safety behind, for the unknown.