The sign means STOP, to all refugees, it has been years since we have seen any trees.
Rifle and young child upon my shoulder, radiant heat off a Turkish boulder.
Granite boulder on our neighbors land, we seek escape, from a tyrants hand.
Unwelcomed people, we accept a fate, choosing to live, versus war and hate.
The air is thin, the sun warms our backs, free of smoke, and air attacks.
We are here, our will is strong no matter the path, how steep or how long.
I look upon my mothers face, we move forward at the elders pace.
Word Count-100
Written for Friday Fictoneers Hosted by our wonderful host Rochelle Wisoff. Thanks Rochelle!
Photo prompt Credit Bjorn Rudberg thanks Bjorn!
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-Peace
-Goroyboy
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Powerful. I partiularly like the line “Unwelcomed people, we accept a fate, choosing to live, versus war and hate.
Irene, thank you so much.. for reading and commenting.
I liked the theme, the humanity, and your use of an internal rhyming scheme
Thank you Neil
Such a moving story of an unbearably hard existence
Thanks Lynn.. Imagine being a parent in that situation.. take care
Just too hard to imagine. Makes me thankful for my own, secure situation.
Your words and the style you adopted perfectly described their situation and determination. Excellent.
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Thank Keith
It’s a tragedy that so many people have to live as refugees. Almost everybody, one would think, would wish to simply live in peace and raise their family. The leaders who take us to war, or supply military hardware, are up to their elbows in blood.
Your poem reminds us powerfully of the human cost of these conflicts.
Yes Penny and thank you for your thoughts.
Dear Raymond,
Very touching and simply told, adding to its depth and impact. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you my friend Rochelle. May God watch over them all.
🙂
That was so powerful and topical Goroyboy.
Thanks so much for taking the time to read and comment
Evocative. Real and gritty. Good writing.
Thanks Gran:)
I loved the use of poetry to show the difficult choices to get to where they are going.
Thanks Dale. What I must say I appreciate about poetry is the modularity of it. Easy to build a story just like building blocks.
For some… it doesn’t come easily for me!
Great story. Very moving.
Lisa, thank you for your thoughtful comment:)
Sometimes the dangers ahead are less bad than what you are leaving… no choice really.
So true Bjorn.. thank you for reading and your thoughts
one of the best this week. well done.
Thanks so much.
A very heartfelt response to the prompt. I enjoyed it!
Thank you Pamela .. it seems so far away, yet familiar since we all have/had family it hits home.
Really liked the rhythm and rhyming of the piece.
Thank You Norma:)