Lush life, lost lives.

 

My country is a tropical paradise

Filled with breathtakingly beautiful plants

And dark death-making people.

I have eaten my evening meal en famille

With a gun at my head

Deep in the heart of my home

What more needs to be said?

And now I sit at your table sans famille

Clasping my cold jobless hands

And tell you of my refugee love for my land

My nightmares the only reminder of my mother’s love.

We both wonder why your Government

Offers trade with aid

Offers guns to fight hunger

To despots

In hotspots?

We can find no answer because

It defies logic.