To Cry Or Not To Cry
One must cry for environmental refugees
Forced to leave their homelands, lives, and culture
Still remembering the smell of food
Sizzling over open fires
The sounds of roosters who never slept
Coconut trees swaying gently
In the evening breeze
The crimson colours of the sunset
That gave sailors warning
Or was it delight
The myriad shades of the blue ocean
Shimmering in noonday sun
Unwelcome in a foreign land
Where they longed to remember
The warmth of family
One’s native language rolling naturally
From the tongue
Sweetness to the ears
The blues and greens of home
Afraid, hurting and homesick
Their futures colorless and grim
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