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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