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Just Some body (a child refugee)
I heard the shots, I did
And my siblings being dragged screaming
Out the door
My father ran, carrying me like a football
Up into the hills and miles away
Terror in his eyes “Which way now?”
Into the truck, freezing at night
Dumped on the shore
There was no need to ask
“Are they coming too?”
As I knew…
They were no more
The boat with a hu...
Tuesday 17th October 2023 3:30 pm
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