No Tears to Cry

Where to in thought

it's a terrible thing

no tears to cry,

I have no vision

before I die,



a refugee in Darfur

without a home

or a family,

to call my own

in this desert dry.



I wake to the drone

of a million bees,

like locusts in a field

spreading their wings

to fly away in the sky,



not just like me

where the sun burns

my body bare,

and blows away

to dust in the air.



There I beg

alms please!

No one cares

if I live or die

as seen on TV.



Now high above

I see an Angel

sent from God,

to give me life

and set me free,



that I may be

in my mother’s arms

with my dad and sister,

knowing I can be saved

from being another refugee.