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A summer of discontent Uprooted families swap a bombed house for tent. A summer of disbelief. Acts of terror but where is the relief? A summer of turmoil. Mass migration not safe on home soil. A summer of confusion. Gangs, traffickers, corruption collusion. A summer of down trodden flowers. The tears we shed from the sins of powers.
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Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 1:45 PM UTC
Sins of powers
A summer of discontent Uprooted families swap a bombed house for tent. A summer of disbelief. Acts of terror but where is the relief? A summer of turmoil. Mass migration not safe on home soil. A summer of confusion. Gangs, traffickers, corruption collusion. A summer of down trodden flowers. The tears we shed from the sins of powers.
I felt the need to pen this subsequent to daily reports of the terrible migrant atrocities which continue to happen as a result of the unsettled nations in North Afria. European nations have no cohesive solution to deal correctly with the influx of people. Their plight ignored daily. Countries such as Greece & Turkey are experiencing first hand the social impact as they struggle to cope. The powers seem at odds to deal with it all. Where is the humanitarian effort to correct the sins created by the powers that be?
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Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 1:45 PM UTC
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