Diaspora
Witness and see the conflicts mad,
Sad refugees flee from times bad.
War and terror as devils kill,
Shades of horror where evil steals.
Madness flings curse in broken space,
Usurp cold purse in loss of grace.
Good men suffer the stains of greed,
Hatred mutters harsh fix that breeds.
Pain bolts in vain if you but know,
Loss figures plain in broken flow.
Violence and deeds of destruction,
Mad hatred feeds on bad actions.
Thus diaspora uproots the good,
Flings aroma of gloomy moods.
Fear is a gift of diseased finds,
Yet love uplifts with peace of mind.
Forgive the loss of that and this,
To win the toss of minted bliss.
Leon Enriquez
30 December 2015
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2015
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