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Never Reached Home
They are walking! Walking, walking, walking!  Long stretches of walk - hundreds of miles of impossible uncertainty, in blazing sun, in sweltering, muggy, heat - running away from the Inferno.  Home, sweet home! Villages with shady trees!  Destination!  Thirst, hunger, bleeding.  They trudge, fatigued babies hanging on their shoulders like sandbags,  starving infants clutching hands, tears dry on their cheeks. Men and women - walk, walk, walk! Leave cities where cruelty is the only language, Villages with shady trees - Home, sweet home, far away.  Burning sun, sweating bodies, dry throat, growling tummies.  Slog beside railroads - follow tracks, no trains, no buses, no trucks, no vehicles, only two weary feet to carry them to their destination, plodding with all their might until the body can not move step one more. Lie on the tracks - it’s hard, it’s cold, it’s comforting!  Come rest, come sleep, come death -  Blood-stained tracks-  Destination never came. Poet’s Note: This Poem is based on a real tragic incident involving the plight of migrant workers in India. Featured Poem: For the week of May 17, 2020
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