Friday, June 25, 2010

The Refugees, by Lorraine Grzyb

The author told me she was inspired by the Mass. Residents for International Human Rights presentation June 23 at the Watertown public library of the film "My Land" followed by a speech about Israel's denial of the right of return to Palestinian refugees.

The Refugees

The refugees stood at the gate
with nobody letting them through.

The flowers peeked through the fence,
and the air carried their scent.

The birds flew over the wires
in the sky of unmarked blue.

The clouds blew across the border
and the rain came down on both sides.

"Are we less than the flowers, the clouds and weeds?"
asked those waiting long at the barrier.

The refugees couldn't get through,
and earth and sky gasped in horror.


At 4:02 PM, July 24, 2010, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Right on. Thank you for that beautiful poem.

Born in DR Congo of missionary parents my heart aches for the suffering going on there and the plight of the refugees.

At 7:33 PM, August 19, 2010, Anonymous Orlando Isaza said...

The spirit of life is one and universal -- there are no national distinctions before God.

Might this person be Lorraine from SOTGO?


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