Hi...Here is my poem for the anthology. This poem has not been published anywhere.
Nosheen Irfan
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Fleeing From Death
how far to go yet…
starving, stumbling
chased by animosity and bullets
trudging miles and miles
with strained eyes and sore soles
but they can’t stop yet
though their feet scream in pain
they can’t stop yet
it’s still the danger zone
their homes are left far behind
they no longer remember the warmth of hearth
and have lost the feeling of a roof overhead
all they remember is…
burnt-out homes
blood-thirsty mobs
death stalking like a wolf
shadows lurking in every corner
to ambush, to pounce
and the whole life comes down
to one question…
how far to go yet
to find peace and shelter.