How and when will
Life ease for us to experience each day
Like we did before
Happen again?
We are on the run
From our own land
Wonder why?
Elders packed a carry on
That’s it.
We are here crossing borders
Up in the mountains
In silence we are threatened
A screech from a month old
Parent tries to smother it still
To save five hundred lives.
Hours on
It still breathes on
Sigh of relief for parents and migratory comrades
Infant unaware clings for warmth
We are on the run from our own land
Violence writ all over
Will we return?
We will some day!
