Refugees

A dusty road of refugees;
desperate souls, such as these,
have roamed the earth for centuries;
condemned to live without a home.

The endless wars, won and lost;
always there’s the human cost;
poor wretches, adrift; storm-tossed;
so the seeds of misery are sown.

In scorching sun, in teeming rain,
the faces always look the same,
their vacuous eyes, stung with pain;
against a hostile world, alone.

Stuart McFarlane has spent many years, both abroad and in the UK, teaching English. In the UK this mainly involved teaching Esol to refugees and asylum seekers. He is now semi-retired and so can devote more time to writing poetry. He has had poems published in local magazines and online publications such as 'Borderless Journal', based in Malaysia and 'Culture Matters' and 'The Recusant', based in the UK. Read other articles by Stuart.