Escape
Harassed by manipulative government
Stricken by paucity;
He had an idea, to leave his sanctuary
Was that a possibility?
Future of dreams arose and flew by,
Chances had been given, couldn’t be received;
Everything was controlled, no freedom
This was all because he was a refugee.
Rowing from sunrise-to-sunset
Hunger, shivers, fear for five days consecutively;
He couldn’t believe he had done what he did
The choice of leaving.
Finally arriving, love was sporadic in his eyes,
Connected and united with family;
Nothing could no longer go wrong
He had survived all of the lies.
Trying to bestow it
There was too much at stake;
But he never lost hope
Never lost faith.
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