The lost and lonely,
Together in their winged coffin
Flying overseas.

Some thinking they are going to something better.
Others knowing it isn’t better,
Simply bigger.
Bigger than their lives before,
And whatever their lives will be after.

One man doesn’t believe
The decision he’s made.
The passenger next to him,
Knows why he came.

To defend?
To help?
To fight
For freedom?

Strangers on an aeroplane
Sitting amongst those
So different from themselves.

Black or white or brown,
Young and the not so young.

All with a common fate,
A common enemy,
A common
Destination:

Where hate flourishes
Like a small child in a happy home.