Monday, May 30, 2016
CHASING THE LIGHT
Some days I lie still thinking of those little hands
Just closed gripping tight
A child not more than a year old
He seems to have a lot on his mind
There is a hidden fear in him on that stranger's lap
I keep seeing that image over and over again
His little frown tugged at my heart
I am struck with sadness at the thought
Of his status as a young refugee
How sad it is that he's in dire straits
The strife not his doing, his life so unclear
Will he someday see the world
Build a school to teach like him
Have the once happiness now denied him
Would he ever be a child first
No, I don't think he will ever be a child first
For he's an adult with a constant frown
The world is full of strangers for him
He's lost his childhood, brotherhood and livelihood
He is an orphaned one
He is the troubled child
He will be chasing the light
In woods of green
Finding his way through branches that sway
Looking for the light
That will pave the way
To survive just for another day!
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- May 30, 2016
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