Voice for the War Refugees
The suffering of others
is always a foreign language.
They speak, leave gaps for
others to fill. Keep meaning close,
crisp and dangerous.
Packed into camps, huddled
behind wire, they bandy facts
into lies, clench fear
into a pause. And speak
what they never can say. For talk
of those left behind is a betrayal no
pity relieves. Love does not
forgive. And when they speak,
we do not understand.