A refugee is someone who survived

When my broken heart beats ever faster,
when my eyes, unbidden, fill with tears
and my memory skips back to the truths
of childhood fears— the bullying and violence— 
I seem to hear the music of the spheres
drawing me closer, whispering how the fault
tumbles down the generations, infects the years.
My father, an orphan in the 30s, beaten & abused
by those he thought would protect him.
Every country has its Nazis, enforcing 
an inhuman conformity, self-satisfied
sadists who delight in causing suffering.
We come to dread the moment when the daylight 
starts, of  unkept promises and broken hearts.

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