To refugees

TO THOSE WHO HAVE LOST EVERYTHING
—BY Francisco X. Alarcon—

crossed
in despair
many deserts
full of hope

carrying
their empty
fists of sorrow
everywhere

mouthing
a bitter night
of shovels
and nails

“you’re nothing
you’re shit
your home’s
nowhere”—

mountains
will speak
for you

rain
will flesh
your bones

green again
among ashes
after a long fire

started in
a fantasy island
some time ago

turning
Natives
into aliens

 

 

source: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/53881

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