Refugee

Someone had to lose a war
That raged so long, caused such blight.
Ravaging a homeland with
A devastating horrid blow.
So much, too much loss,
Tortured carnage in the name of right.
Tossing ill excuses
At an unsuspecting foe.
And you caught in the middle,
Never wanting either part,
Wishing only that the laughter would
Return to hearth and home.
Running, fleeing, dodging bullets
Meant for someone else,
Hoping for a ceasefire or
For Jubilee to come.
God, have mercy on this
Lowly wretched refugee.
Grant him peace, give her hope,
Help them all to see.

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