Poem | An Apology #refugeeswelcome

Look up at the moon, child.

It’s flickering is your parents waving from home

and the clouds dance like your mother did,

before sinful men decided what was shameful.

Hidden from the rain for its fall serves only fear.

Droplets of the ocean you crossed,

taste of salt and holding onto stranger’s arms for dear life as you ran the path your parents paved with their lives savings,

spent to save you.

I apologise,

that the world couldn’t treat you like it wanted to

as the governments turn their backs as the vibrant city you loved,

the streets you played in, the school you longed to be allowed to enter,

falls to rubble.

I’m sorry, child,

that your face, a face once kissed each morning by your mother,

faded only to one in a crowd in a video each morning on the news.

I’m sorry that your fear was painted over with condemnation.

And that you were stripped nameless, referred to only as

Refugee.

But if they look up at the moon, they see the same view,

yet they still have all that was taken from you;

Why do they remain blind.