The azure sky, the swirling waters presented a picturesque backdrop The tourists, backpackers heaved a sigh of relief All were far from the maddening crowd On a quest to find inner peace. Then they saw what looked like a log Washed ashore. The log made headlines and occupied reams of paper. What had seemed to be a log was actually a toddler. Child of a lesser God- a refugee Uprooted from a secure haven by internal strife. Squeezed into a tiny boat , packed like sardines. Refugees drift on a glimmer of hope There will be a space to call their own. Is the Mother Earth too small to accommodate, Too constricted to offer refugees a new identity ?
In hoardes they arrived not cattle or flock of sheep sea of humanity deprived a deluge seemed to sweep Harried mothers hands in pray weary eyed children in tow losing who couldn’t bear sway reached utopia unsteady and slow City
Airliners fell fat like poisoned bumble bees breasting their way into parking lots and highways plowing up concrete furrows tipped with shiny and jagged vehicles trimmed in flame I wake in a light sweat to a fluxuating grumble wondering at