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

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