Don’t be Afraid My Little One
‘Trust me,’ he said, as they followed their golden dreams
It was two months to the day since they’d left
And dared the trodden sun-drenched track
Leading them to their brave new world
Away from the terror of haunted nights
And the bleakness of impoverished days.
Trekking endlessly for so it appeared
They slipped through unfriendly borders
Of determined no return
Their hearts and glittering souls
Elevating their tired feet,
Numbing their hunger and thirst.
The direction was clear
Their desires so near
Yet asylum seemed so far.
Their journey cursed
The decision was taken
One last hurdle to cross
Into that “land of hope and glory”
Away from the life they’d forsaken.
“My daughter, don’t be afraid,”
He said, “I’ll return, trust me.”
But sadly, her fear drove her
Back into the treacherous river
And drowned their gold-cladded dreams
Of a safe home of their own forever.
+RIP little six-year-old Stephen Romero who was shot in the back in yet another act of gun violence today. This time at a food festival in California.
+RIP little eight-year boy who was deliberately pushed in front of an incoming train, along with his mother -she survived-, at Frankfurt Railway Station in Germany today (the second such attack within a week).
I wonder what dreams they had?
Thank you David S. for your thought-provoking prompt: Dreams
