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Haiku trilogy: Syria

Refugees were helped,

recognised in years gone by,

now slurred as migrants. 

 

Desperate people,

risking life and limb at sea,

flee terror of bombs. 

 

Western hearts hardened,

it took a small boy’s body

washed up on the shore. 

◄ insomnia

Haiku: Luminous ►

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Lynn Dye

Sat 16th Apr 2016 12:34

Thank you LCPTB :o)

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Lynn Dye

Sat 16th Apr 2016 08:26

Argghh, only just realised I missed two words out! (at sea) what a plonker!

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Lynn Dye

Fri 15th Apr 2016 20:09

Thank you kindly, Patricia and Stef. Yes indeed, it is hard to imagine such suffering. x

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Fri 15th Apr 2016 20:03

Unless like the old saying says-we walk in their shoes
we have really no idea what kind of hell these poor folk are going through.Very compassionate piece Lynn.

P&S

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Lynn Dye

Fri 15th Apr 2016 19:59

Cheers, Rose! Thank you for liking :o)

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