A smoky haze rising higher,
smell of hell in refugee fields.
Dead chatter; stuck in the wire
ode to the brave, a body shield.
Earth explodes in trees of dirt,
knife won’t cut the metal strand;
grips my legs, to numb to hurt,
strangling of spirit, in deep sand.
I go for food, to the valley below,
my wife and family are so hungry.
I’ll gladly share all I found there,
just release me from this slavery.
Let me go, captor of my soul,
I wish to breathe; no don’t fire.
Send me back to that bad camp,
don’t leave me in this barbed wire.
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