Refugees’ Stories

Refugees’ stories

so often begin with

“the men came and they ….”

and so often, too,

their stories pause

for too long with

“and then they put me here.”

“They’:

men with guns,

men with gluttonous power,

men who terrorize,

men in uniforms,

men who lock gates and doors

To flee from cruelty is instinctual,

to be greeted with cruelty,

rather than refuge

is callous

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