Persecution, by Geraldine Ward

Her eyes are windows to a world of change and heartache,
echoes as the wire fence divides,
around the perimeter her children.
She cries unheard tears as she is frogmarched away by immigration.
to a place where she sits silently waiting for her plea to be heard.
But there is no counsel or lawyer to take up her cause.
Just the law which sides with the oppressor.
The enemies come from within.
Are God’s people even listening?
America, Great Britain no longer understanding the need of the refugee.
Her crime, yet more punishment for a life of persecution.

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