The Great Escape, a poem by Glynn Sinclare at Spillwords.com
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The Great Escape

The Great Escape

written by: Glynn Sinclare

@chitanclare

 

Remember Aleppo 2012 to 2016
Now Mariupol 2022

We heard the bombs explode;
We saw the houses, fold like packs of cards.
Piles of rubble, smoking fires,
Rising from the ashes.
We searched the night with bated breath,
“Have you seen Adnan or Sayid”
We counted relatives who survived,
to greet the early glimmer, of the morning light.
The morning’s dead are strewn around the rubble;
The dark night had nothing safe to offer.
No bed to rest our heads.
Our children left to find their way.
Lost, broken and bewildered, bereft of hope.
Families grouped together, joined the mass exodus.
We leave our homeland it is all we’ve ever known.
To join the throngs along the road.
To cross through other lands,
Towards the coast, and open sea.
Forty pieces of silver to the traffickers.
A fee to pay the ferry man.
Another war to fight, tossed on the crest and swell of waves,
A boat unworthy of its task,
over loaded to the hilt with human cargo.
A terror far beyond belief.
Where is our journey’s end?
Is there a place for us to rest our head?
A place that we can call our home.

Glynn Sinclare

Glynn Sinclare

I am a Limerick Author poet. I have written three books in three years. For me I am rewarded with the achievement of holding these books in my hand. The Emigrants 2017, Poetics Book of 100 poems 2018 and Poetics Book of Poems Volume 2 released September 2019. I write under the pen name Glynn Sinclare AKA Clare Glynn Chitan. My poetry has been read on several audio poetry radio shows of American poet Tamara Miles “Where the light must fall” Broadcast by Spiritplants Radio and Alan Johnson “The World Comes to you”.
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