Where will it all end?

Life in the homeland must have been difficult

If lying in a doorway taking insult after insult

Was his only refuge

This scourge which is ruining so many lives

People from home and abroad not living

But trying to survive

The domestic animal and stock in a field

Are, without distinction treated with more care

In harsh weathers they are housed

Those fleeing war torn lands

This was not, the life they had planned

While the majority of homebirds don’t

Wish this for their kith and kin –

Squatting, existing in hotel rooms

Where patience is bound to grow thin

Putting on a smiley face

In the depth of doom and gloom.

Now, back to where it started

With the gentleman in a doorway –

I am still all a quiver

After reading just a two line entry

Mid section in a local newspaper –

An as yet unidentified body of a male

Has been recovered from the river.

Poetry from The Man Shed

05/12/19