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The Refugees

those first two refugees driven from a gorgeous garden where bananas napped and grapefruit zapped taste buds where leafy limbs gave shelter and water was as sweet as wine no hunger sapped them no horror slapped them they looked back after their sin, hoping for mercy the garden gone and no pardon only a disappointed God and they wept, face down in the sand did God weep too? Syrian refugees driven from their country by ISIS where shells dropped and guns popped they hike under a hot sun no water, no shelter where hunger slaps them and horror saps them they looked back too homes gone, yet they cling to life hoping for mercy except for that one little boy face down on the seashore does God weep?

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