A poem about children alone wandering through Europe alone, Does it matter where they come from?
Imagine it is your child
Not a Syrian baby
Not an immigrant
Not a foreigner’s child
When the two-legged wolves are hunting for prey
..
Imagine it is your son
Alone in a land
And he has no clothes
When the weather is cold
When the two-legged wolves are hunting for prey
..
Imagine it is your daughter
Hungry and thirsty
Walking alone
Where no one speaks her language
When the two-legged wolves are hunting for prey
..
Think of your child
Without a mother
Without a father
Walking alone
When the two-legged wolves are hunting for prey
..
Think of your child
Unable to cry
When there is no one
To hold you
No one to protect you
When the two-legged wolves are hunting for prey
..
Think of those children
As if they are yours
Walking alone
So far from home
When the two-legged wolves are hunting for…
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