WINDS FROM the SAHARA

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WINDS FROM the SAHARA
Hear the Aeolian plains speak;
Among the grains of sand,
Lies within, the bodies of the weak
Leaving their dear homelands,
In search of greener pastures
Their bodies scavenged by the vultures

What couldn’t they find in their abodes?
Is it peace, love or wealth?
The scorching sun deteriorating their health
We are now left with such load
Burying their bodies beneath,
Nothing but our prayers, a wreath

Their destination they couldn’t reach,
Their families they couldn’t see
What we have left is to teach,
Not to travel illegally, by land or sea
The normal routine they must follow
For that they shall be able to go.
                                                                                  
  Say no to Illegal Migration

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