by Mal Melville

Australian poet: on refugees and war
Today another town in flames
another army bears the blame.
Before the bullets the people flee,
nowhere to hide for you and me.
My heavy heart is filled with sorrow.
Where will you be tomorrow?

Desperate and lonely refugees
the unknown our new reality.
Children cry and women weep
the old and frail, a lack of sleep.
We stumble on this road of sorrow.
Where will we be tomorrow?

Nowhere to hide there's no escape
we struggle onward to our fate,
this seething, fleeing human tide,
treasured possessions cast aside.
Broken hearts are filled with sorrow.
Where will we be tomorrow?

Now gathered in this foreign place
I'm searching for your familiar face.
Thousands thinking just like me
just how cruel the world could be.
And though my heart feels so much sorrow
I'm praying you'll be here tomorrow.

Published by Robin

I'm a retired journalist who still has stories to tell. This seems to be a good place to tell them.

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