Lost
My soul cries out to dejected refugees
Forced to leave their homeland, lives and cultures
Victims of natural disasters, disease and war
Remembering the smell of their favourite foods
The sounds of roosters who never sleep
Proud tall coconuts swaying gently in the evening breeze
or battered unmercifully by ferocious winds
The cerise colours of sunsets that delighted sailors or
gave them warning in the morning
The myriad shades of the blue ocean shimmering
In the noonday sun
Refugees unwelcome in a foreign world
Migrants lost in time and place
Longing to remember the warmth of family,
Nature’s beauty in their eyes
Songs in their hearts drowned by unintelligible sounds
resounding in their ears
Afraid, hurting and homesick
Their futures colourless and grim
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