My poem for world refugee day


Home is the place you do not get to stay.
Sea rushes in or harsh men with large knives
take home away and leave you with your lives.
Time robs us all and time can be one day.

You do not get to plan it or to pack.
No tooth-brush and no soap. Your favourite book
left on a shelf. You just have time to look
at all you lose. And run. And not look back.

You trudge for weeks. Road carves feet to the bone
You come to where you’re held behind a wire.
Men starve you, beat you, rape without desire.
The price of safe whatever else you own.

Do this to them, we also do to me.
We never know when it’s our time to flee.


About rozkaveney

Middleaged, trans, novelist, poet, activist
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One Response to My poem for world refugee day

  1. klwilliams says:

    Yeah, this. We have friends who fled Rwanda with just their papers and their children. And their lives.

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