Empty is his hand
Heavy is his heart
Sad are his eyes
He says not a word
When he speaks of catastrophe.
Frightened of his cold new abode thrust upon him
Lost in an unfamiliar whirlpool of activity
His humanity on the tightrope of human nature
Every step and word calculated not to offend
Two slips of fortune away from you.
https://youtu.be/otwkXZ0SmTs
INKTOBER 14: EMPTY/"THE REFUGEE"
MUSIC: The Flight of the Bumblebee, Rimsky-Korsakov
VIDEO: Gil Scott Heron talks about refugees and immigrants, from "Whitey on the Moon"
The beginning of a series of poetry portraits. A refugee is a person uprooted, forced into a land alien to him, lost in a cruel world, hiding the trauma of Gotterdammerung, searching for safety. People who pick on refugees are selling their humanity for cheap populism and appealing to the most base of human instincts - xenophobia. Borders, walls, barriers are all bidaah under a God that loves the meek.
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