And the two-legged wolves are hunting for prey

A poem about children alone wandering through Europe alone, Does it matter where they come from?

I am not a silent poet

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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