Pieces of razor-edged horror,
Pierce the minds of war-weary souls.
Metaphorical knives of fear, shear all hope,
Leaving only agonizing helplessness:
Women with covered heads, tearful eyes,
Old men with shaggy beards and pain,
Children with cheerless faces, hungry and afraid:
Hordes of exhausted refugees,
trudge helplessly through burning sand
Treacherous seas and razor sharp rocks,
Fleeing from chaos and death,
Longing to find a safe refuge
in a foreign land:
Fear seeps through tents and bones,
As they continue to pray,
during special hours each day,
Pleading for answers from their God,
In the relentless, howling icy winds,
Of all their dark and unforgiving nights.
Grey Sparrow Journal 