A refugee not from Syria
I am
A horse with a broken
leg
And damaged goods
Shattered in space
Floating around
In search of
A safe place to land
I am
A broken man
In dozens of pieces
Orbiting around
The earth the moon and the sun
In search of a planet
To let me in
I am
A refugee not from Syria
Marching along
Holding hands
With crying babies
Despairing mothers
A chorus of tears
Pleading with the world
For a safe refuge
I am the horse
The damaged goods
A broken man
A refugee
With visions
Delightful visions
The earth the moon and the sun
Rising again
Soon very soon
Rising high and bright
Transcending grace
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