To Cry Or Not To Cry

One must cry for environmental refugees Forced to leave their homelands, lives, and culture Still remembering the smell of food Sizzling over open fires The sounds of roosters who never slept Coconut trees swaying gently In the evening breeze The crimson colours of the sunset That gave sailors warning Or was it delight The myriad shades of the blue ocean Shimmering in noonday sun Unwelcome in a foreign land Where they longed to remember The warmth of family One’s native language rolling naturally From the tongue Sweetness to the ears The blues and greens of home Afraid, hurting and homesick Their futures colorless and grim