Refugee

Dragons hide behind the clouds,                                  Fire burns but but won’t linger,                Mother waits for wasps to sting her                    Pain is blaring all around.

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Sister chose to take the boat,                             Couldn’t stand the fire burning,                          The waters will soon be turning                          Guess she chose she’d rather drown.

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Brother hides behind his cot,                         Screeching like a wounded bird,                        The weakest member of our herd                          His face is molton in the flames.

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Father joined the ones who bomb,                   Through pills and guns he fled,                         Better  now that he is dead                                Mother stands alone.

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Brother’s cries are over,                                        Mothers heart is still.                                                I clasp my hands and purse my lips,                And wait for the flames to kill.

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