Refuge

Seeking refuge
from the storm
the air’s on fire
chaos the norm
black and blue
and shades of grey
my soul is tired
but I’m okay

thank you for this
milk and bread
bless you now
my child is fed
we’ll keep on moving
at first light
this nourishment
will help us fight

to stay alive
and see this through
we can’t control
what others do
the ends we seek
are not the same
we are not players
in this game

the lines were drawn
the gold was spent
but we lived where
the storm was sent
the lives we knew
turned upside down
still, waters rise
our families drown

the blood runs deep
on planet earth
tell me what
a life is worth?
the rain brings death
from up on high
floods all the land
no village dry

I cry, but tears
don’t quench the pain
look back and see
more violent rain
but we’ll move on
towards dryer land
will we be met
with open hands?

and outstretched arms
and endless love
or will the hawk
destroy the dove?

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel.
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