EXODUS
By hilary west
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With each blast, the heart stops.
What tomorrow is left?
The urgency is to evacuate,
To leave behind
The baby's rattle, the kettle on the hob,
Burnt toast on the table.
But what future can be salvaged
From burning embers,
Rubble on the street,
Love letters strewn down the lanes?
The men are strong, the women caring,
Boys and girls the promise of a new day.
But today all is lost.
Empty boats bobbing on the sea
In the wake of a watery grave.
And then we see it, shocked into action,
A Syrian pearl cast to the shore.
But, saddest of all things,
It is the footprint of a child
That shadows the deathly hallows.
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So beautifully done. Such an
So beautifully done. Such an important theme. As Rhiannon says, very moving.
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Important topic!
Important topic!
Well expressed... poignant...
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