The Long Path By Raymond Roy #poetry

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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30 thoughts on “The Long Path By Raymond Roy #poetry

  1. 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.

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