A Refugee Child


The kite travelled far
Through a bridge of time
And a wall of barbed-wire
Into a new land, a new country
Into the arms of a refugee child
Who found a little bit of color
On the fringe of a fence
And he looked at the flying wonder
Stranded on mother earth
Knowing he too had a kite in him
Four slender eakle-like limbs
With burning eyes and a beaming smile
– Which was all the color he needed –
Yet stuck to the ground – with no chance to lift off
Where a clipped dream could be found
Unable to pilot one’s flight
To the vast open spaces
Of a school class room….