I have been touched by an online picture of a dead refugee's mother and his alive son.
The orphan refuge
Vagabond, alone, and fleeing himself,
Out of control,
Disoriented and wanderring within such strange and cruel world;
Life is not allowed for him.
Tears in his eyes,
In his pupil, is settled a broken heart.
Yielding to sorrow, wonder, and torment,
That fill his both heart and spirit,
Without parents mark his lack of tenderness, warmth, and affection,
The night his heart is frozen,
Sunny days are absent,
No azure is seen in his life,
Like a mirage in a desert,
Loneliness and like a shadow becomes his harsh fate,
Orphan, he will remain forever.
KHBEY/The orphan refuge/2017/Reviewed 06/29/2020