People In Bondage
Refugees are humans, people with sunlit dreams
wishing revenge and pain soon would be gone;
hearts held in vigils, their grief unabated
as rudely cups the night in some foreign place,
to will their wings, freedom from bondage cries.
Journeying far when nights tear homes away
while they await destiny, a time of real peace
clutching on hope no vain attempt for women,
and children bathing in pools of fear-
just because a riddled power struggle taints
this will to live rightly, a universal command.
Stand aloft with the breeze, be mightily proud
let your echoes roar on as liberty sings.
People Contest hosted by Richard Lamoureux
June 2, 2018
Copyright © Ashley Conte | Year Posted 2018
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