I wasn’t born and trained to fight a war,
And never sought redemption with a gun.
I tried to live in peace and nothing more,
But now my efforts have become undone.
My family and I must flee our home;
We live as ghosts and I’ve become a wraith.
We’re forced to quickly leave and blindly roam,
All lost, because we differ in our faith.
The pirates and the profiteers we meet,
Take all we have and leave us on our knees.
We plead for shelter, water, food to eat,
From people who see us as refugees.
To save our lives, we flee, we run away,
But dream of coming home some future day.
Mick McKellar
November 2015
We see them as refugees, and yet fear what we might see in their eyes.
Mick
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