salt stings wounds salt stings eyes, entering, leaving... healing, healing. The sea will take you away. I tire of hearing abot these migrants well they tire of the rick-shaw of an untested boat of their homes becoming rubble & dust clouds, of seeing blood in the dirt. As long as there is war, as long as there is famine as long as there exists somewhere called 'refuge' then there will be refugees. Oh child, rocked to sleep by the tide... you should never have to answer for adult violence, innocent & sleepy, sinless. You have been written in blood in the old books you have been decided for. Your dice have been rolled by strange hands; born amid angry eyes, and so shall die, washed ashore upon sand, carried quietly away to your final crib to your refuge.
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