“From age 6 to 12, I lived in seven different countries, moving from one refugee camp to another, hoping we would be wanted.” Clemantine Wamariya
it is always their guns,
we have no guns of our own,
Their guns are menacing,
and their words are spite and spittle,
we are suspicion incarnate,
despised and rejected we must take flight.
We are diaspora to the world,
our minds are broken down,
our hearts are ever restless for home,
but our feet seek places of hope,
and people of peace.
©Paul Vincent Cannon