activist, protest poetry that touches on the hope that grace brings
Now politicians think up wicked schemes and plot
to send them to countries violating human rights,
spending our money to perpetrate crimes against
humanity, binding them in chains and sending them
away to suffer more, be killed and so Pilate Patel
washes her hands.
He looked at his children and sighed, his labouring wife by his side, her panting and groaning rent the air with pain, coupled with despair. ============== He felt the tears slide down his face, prayed for a moment of grace, and knelt to deliver his very own chile, in a cruel world, beyond vile. ===========… Continue reading The Refugee