Refugee's Journey

With knapsacks filled with memory's weight,

They flee the land where shadows wait.

No trumpet sounds, no marching band,

Just weary souls on foreign sand.

Theirs is a journey etched in tears,

Of shattered homes and conquered fears.

A mother's touch, a child's soft sigh,

A silent plea beneath a starlit sky.

Theirs is a language, fractured, torn,

Of whispered prayers and battles worn.

They clutch the dreams they hold so dear,

A tattered map to futures unclear.

But in their eyes, a flicker burns,

Of hope that yet for solace yearns.

A strength that rises from the dust,

To build a new life, filled with trust.

For even lost, they're not undone,

These refugees, beneath the sun.

With open arms, let compassion greet,

And help them find their rightful seat