over a hundred miles they walked
refugees, foreigners
hungry, poor
suspicious, religious
tired, dirty, angry, hurting
they walked, they cried, they fled
one hundred miles, one hundred
agonising miles
awoken in darkness
smelling fear
fled for their lives
fled for each other
fled for their child
fled
left behind
a madman, a tyrant
a home, toys, clothes, a cup
a dictatorship, death, destruction
left behind a life
death they fled
a lonely mother, lonely father
refugees walked
over one hundred miles
carrying their baby
their precious child
in their arms
a lonely refugee
Jesus
Kelvin Fowler is a Kiwi pastor, poet, writer, and artist who lives in Klaipėda, Lithuania. His exploits include numerous publications, poetry tours of the UK and Germany, and various adventures like those in his book Clueless in America. Check out more of Kelvin's work at supper.co.nz, including his latest book, Verses for the King.
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