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Sep 2015
They run from the bombs,
avoiding invading soldiers,
as they run through fields.

Taking with them
all they can carry in the escape,
to find a home and safe place.

Stopped at borders
begging for help
yet often rejected.

We hear the reasons
and are given excuses
of why there is no help.

Have they not looked into the eyes of the child.
Willard Wells
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Willard Wells  Sacramento, CA. USA
(Sacramento, CA. USA)   
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