Tuesday 11 June 2024

he spoke of pain and i thought

 he spoke of pain and i thought


we are all refugees

smothering in the feathers of affluence

searching for a homeland

no ground beneath our feet 

soft nothing

not one jostle

not one whip stitch

between our chasms

we do not know it

no one says it

refugees without a homeland 

jesus wept

torn cloth

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