They Leave Their Homes
They leave their all,
The walls of safety fall, replaced by
Dislocation and displacement;
Movement into unknown lands,
Terrifying territories,
Truculent terrains;
Small, small babies
Wrapped in quilts.
Desperation’s guilt immense
And not a snowball’s chance
in hell
Of coming home to restoration or,
When pigs fly, restitution.
Nevermore.
Sorrow, tragedy – the waste colossal,
Rooted up and leaving all
Because
They must.
They Leave Their Homes 8.31.2015
Our Times, Our Culture II; War Book II;
Arlene Corwin
