The Syrians (A Poem)

Note: This morning, as soon as I rose up from bed, while our alarm clock-radio (set at six, on National Public Radio (NPR) has sounded off and started broadcasting news, I grabbed my pen and my Composition Book and started writing my thoughts at the moment. The news was about 100,000 Syrians have already fled their country to Turkey. So, this is it, The Syrians, with their plight, who deserve a life, a better future, and a home again:

The Syrians

Refugees they are

Syrians who fled their home

to Turkey and elsewhere they go

where they have no choice

but to seek freedom and peace there.

Tired they are

from conflict and chaos

in their war-torn native land

where they've spent their lives for years

only to be displaced by civil war.

What happened to their leaders

whom they respected for years?

why are they now refugees

to their homeland, without peace and order?

what happened; what went wrong?

Refugees they are now

Syrians without a home

but with dreams and a future

to start building again, and again

they hope and pray for a better life.

(c) 2012 by chris a. quilpa