' migratory birds '
_ ( to medecines sans frontieres )
they come to claim the planet
without passports and visas
winters, not of their making
just question their life on earth
birds fly , sans frontieres
in their world without fences
above the limitations
of conflict and survival
where , another war is on
a son would die in combat
the population would run
to a point of no return ..
/ original / z.g.
I love the second stanza the best; to imagine that and those possibilities; nicely done!
ReplyDeletemany thanks ..
ReplyDeleteAs usual brilliant one. Sad and true
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful it would be for the population to stop running...into wars.
ReplyDelete.. U were in the Army maggie _
ReplyDeletewhich population in the world -
wants to run -
into wars ..
"They" certainly do their damage.
ReplyDeleteHi Sandy
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"They" certainly do their damage -
_ "they" in the above writeup applies to ' birds '
awesome transitions of thoughts !! :)
ReplyDeletea very timely poem. thank goodness for those who cross borders to repair the damage wrought by folly.
ReplyDeleteLiving in a world of their own. You've captured this prompt beautifully.
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