A drifting dinghy in the shed tear of a storm’s cry

Souls crouched desperately frightened beneath bedraggled rags

They seek a future: We have one to give, and that’s why

Our safe refuge is undetermined by their tattered flags

Don’t consider them foreigners from a foreign land 

They are pitiful parents, young children who need our care

To be warmly welcomed, not pol...

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I like to be in Afghanistan.

Okay for me in my own Sudan.

I like to be one team Iran.

I like to play in peace when I can.

I like to be safe, without war.

Bring it right on, early doors.

I like to play, win, and score.

I like to be welcome on your shore.

Bullets for me, not in Hertfordshire.

Jumpers for goalposts, yes in Yorkshire.

No penalty kicks in Shropsh...

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it's just before sunset when loneliness creeps in

the beach is my remedy

the ocean will let me be sad
but only enough to shed a few tears,
never enough to let me drown

the wind invites me in when no one else has thought to
the lazy waves take their time rolling up

the toddlers mix mud, as their parents hold a conversation

the older couple holds hands like they're still in love

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Oh to be once more in the depths of green

Escape from the bustle of the present mainstream

Soak up the magic of natures verdant glory

Linger there a while and pen the story

For refuge what can ever surpass this haven

An acorns throw away from the commercially enslaven...

©Rhumour 

August 10th 2009

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