For days I have been queuing to cross the border, past filthy tents and muddy camps which smell of decay and desperation. I hear the other refugees shouting angrily and stamping their feet in front of me.
In the distance I see the border control but later that day as I reach the front of the queue the building is empty and all that remains is a huge concrete fence.
Tomorrow I will start another journey to find a new home again.
Douglas 4C
Douglas 4C
What a powerful entry, Douglas. Well done.
ReplyDeleteDouglas, this really moved me. I'm nearly in tears. I agree, such a powerful entry.
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