Some tired feet stump a dusty road
They do not know where they are even going
Amongst them children,
Women backing some on their tired backs
There are luggage
Of sacks and empty rubber containers
There's no water for the travellers
And livestock trek wearily
Behind them
Guns are booming
And drones like cattle egrets fly above
In the sky.
They do not know
Where they are going
Displaced in their own home
Fleeing away from the homeland
Roaming like cattle without a Shepherd
To where they do not know.
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