Thursday, May 15, 2014

A Tale of a Salt Trail

He watched as the refugees wandered by
forced to leave their homes
all they would have left in this world
was that which they could carry on their backs

Food gone

Water in short supply

In their weakened state
much of what they started out with
was lost by the wayside
few had more than the clothing upon their backs

His heart was broken
for he had nothing to give
he knew
that he would soon be joining them

The new government was cleaning house

This was not the first time
he had been moved before
it was time to gather what he could
as he gazed in the mirror
he could see the trails of salt
still present upon his cheeks
from the tears
from last time

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