Write... Edit... Publish... April 2022 : A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall

 

There’s nothing much in common between us.

Just the hard, fiery rain of these bullets.

Just the concentric waves of the virus.

But an unequal share of the planet.

 

We’ve nothing in common even as we flee.

Your route’s a black ribbon made of velvet.

And mine’s the pounding of an unkind sea.

A wobbly raft, a camp and a pallet.

 

We just share a word – that's hardly enough.

And we share the cruel falsehoods we are told.

We’re told our rights, a world that waits with love.

But the rights are yours, I’m shut out in the cold.

 

My home, my route, my skin define what I get -

the harder rains. And an unequal planet.

This one's for the refugees, the dispossessed, the asylum seekers fleeing conflict zones across the world. May they find a warm welcome wherever they go and may their tribe and hardships dwindle.

WC - 128

FCA

Tagline : All refugees are equal but some are more equal than others. 

This is a scheduled entry. I am relocating out of India this month and have no idea how I'll be placed for an internet connection when this goes live. But I'll be catching up with you as soon as things are sorted. 

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