[to the thousands of men, women and children fleeing their war-torn countries.]
Adrift,
this huddle of fear
in the starless night.
Adrift,
this frieze-like
of carved anguish
surging in heavy
striped hearts.
Flimsy shores
draw an old world,
of other lords,
greedy of their pastures.
Plundered, ravaged,
preyed upon,
adrift
- who will see
our human face?
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 7:04 PM UTC
[to the thousands of men, women and children fleeing their war-torn countries.]
Adrift,
this huddle of fear
in the starless night.
Adrift,
this frieze-like
of carved anguish
surging in heavy
striped hearts.
Flimsy shores
draw an old world,
of other lords,
greedy of their pastures.
Plundered, ravaged,
preyed upon,
adrift
- who will see
our human face?
07.09.2015
Title taken from https://medium.com/@theIRC/what-s-in-my-bag-758d435f6e62
