Fight for Freedom (poem for refugees)
By Melody Tadeo
My heart is dreary, the night is cold,
As I look back upon the days of old.
Reaching back into my past,
I wonder if this night will be my last.
I lay on the cold, hard ground of this crowded camp,
the bright yellow moon providing as my only lamp.
My old past so full of happiness and peace,
seems so distant as peace reigns the least.
Now as a refugee I live in shame and fear,
Down my cheek rolls a single tear.
I'm left with not a worldly possession, only my soul.
Sometimes, the price of freedom is the ultimate toll.
I long for my family, home and soft bed,
But now all I have is the ground to rest my weary head.
My heart is left constantly filled with dread and sorrow,
as I look into the deep, blue sky and watch the unfolding of tomorrow.
I slowly breath in the dry, icy air,
and look beyond the horizon wondering if there's freedom out there.
Although the morning will be filled with pain, fear and of fight,
It looks like I've survived another night.
The blue sky turns red in the glow of the rising sun,
as I swear I'll forever fight for freedom until I have won.
(Old poem from about 2012 reposted to this site Dec 6, 2017)
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