People in need of shelter,
security, a place to call home
after travelling so far
often on their own.
They left their homeland
fleeing persecution and war
reluctant, but no alternative
they couldn't take any more.
Vulnerable, falling prey
to people of ill intent
who appear to offer help
but this is not meant.
There is a pricey boat,
unsure, but they must pay
to cross coastal borders
aiming to get far away.
Too many clamber in
aboard it's cold and scary
as the sea gets rougher,
feeling sick, anxious, wary.
May their dream be realised
as the white cliffs beckon
suddenly all is so uncertain
will they even be welcome?
Trudging up a bleak beach
is this the promised land?
cold, soaking, seeking sanctuary
wondering is help at hand?
They see men approaching.
They're so near their destination
hoping for help, freedom
or is this to be detention?
What does the future hold?
Will they have a choice?
Security or silent limbo?
Will they have a voice?
Liz Gregson
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