“The innocence of the refugee child, compounded by the pain of hundreds of refugees fleeing into nowhere of sorts, brought into focus the grim reality of those trying to seek refuge… “
‘Song For A Palestinian Child/
For your mother too is still, in sleep/
Having poured out all her pain in tears/
Your father laid down his burden of woe/
Has left the home of his fathers/
To go seeking the beautiful butterfly of his dreams/
And your sister too has left the hearth/
To set up a home in an unknown land/
For here, in your little courtyard/
They have bathed the lifeless sun of days/
And interred the lifeless moon of the night/
They will weep with you, and you with them/
And if you smile, then perhaps/
They will all come back, to be with you.’
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