By Ayellow
We are like microorganisms
in a dry riverbed. The Earth, the wind
and our native countries unite to persecute us.
Our countries dispose of us, the earth broils us
and the wind blows us away, de-graded
and traumatized. We have no allies. We only
have U, beloved UNHCR. Life is wind erosion,
Life is dispersing us like dust.
Lucky citizens of the world, if you have
time to breathe today, or go to the beach,
I beg you to look out for us. We are always there
blowing in the wind or sinking in boats
from across your golden beaches.