The Mass Journey of Refugees

Exodus Era

Spheres of the environment fall apart; some calamities rise out of nature, rest left to those men — this war to mine those precious fuels dug from the mouths of the needy to overfeed the greedy horses

Powders of the thatched roofs, specks of dust from the shattered concrete walls, chokes the weary souls, a marshland turned to dry patch of broken skulls

One half of the crowd sinks in the verge of death, while the other half gathers the flaming skeletons from the remains of their beloved ones

Seahorses anchor in the ruined land, the leftover lives seek the ocean marking the commencement of yet another Exodus era;

the calves were forced to travel east leaving their adults who made a journey to far north

The abandoned land was dug further, miles and miles into the center of the earth to take out the treasures and transfer to the other side ruining the once existed treasured lives.

This cruel exodus is a crucifixion,which no history celebrates.

©Anisesh 2019

In response to prompt “Exodus” by David S. —