Refugee

Refugee I caught myself, my bad side. in the mirror Of someone else’s face. I stopped mocking No longer thinking it funny and placed my Feet in the shoes they had to wear. In my cynical mind it was a comedy In theirs a moment of indecision, worry. Go home to a war zone or stay here in safety, no brainer. But here is not home. They left: three-day journey by car. Dangerous in itself. An escape made three months before, as missiles rained And debris crashed around them. Scrambled essentials Into a case, picked up the cat, dropped off spare keys. But there’s nowhere like home compared to the life Of a refugee. Easy looking in, do the right thing as if a robot. Joke about stupidity, as you see it. Life is a tragedy And I can’t imagine what I’d do if I were a refugee. David Cox 19/08/22