Labored Faces

This poem is dedicated to the many displaced refugees and touches on the issue of intolerance which lead to the recent xenophobic attacks on foreigners

With worn, labored faces
you huddle in unmatched groups
Stained with odors of uncertainties,
as tiny hands cling desperately to
peers with fears disguised,
as audacious smiles
Your plights fell on deafened ears
Strangers you are, in the land of milk
and honey of a continent, so dark
Strangers you are, to those
in passing , shooting poisoned
arrows from eyes that disapprove,
Ignorant youth
My heart cries for the song
portrayed on drums
with skins out-stretched,
stretched over the lost few
with yearnings to belong.
The hunted, the displaced
I pray that you heal the hearts,
of those who forgot,
when they were strangers too.
I apologize on
behalf of the ignorant few