Displaced Poem by Ronnie Smith
Displaced
Gathering in the piazza,
like flocks of gaunt pigeons,
men of military age
from the East
chatter and smoke.
Their livelihoods
spread out before them
on blankets. Trainers, trinkets
and shades. One eye on us
the other alert to the police.
Migrants, refugees,
the latest threat to our culture?
People whose normal lives
have ended. Whose stories
will never be told.
Naples, April 2016
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5/2/2024 6:19:37 PM # 1.0.0.1119
migrants, refugees- threats, Is it?