“no one leaves home unless
home is the mouth of a shark …
Warsan Shire, Home

Lost the family traditions, the familiar grounds, the
Old home place, the neighbors and neighborhoods
Left behind in the great leap to safety, hope dreamed
But not found through forced marches across the
Desert or sailing the brutal sea in boats that shed
Them, so much flotsam, drifting and nameless,
Leaving grieving hearts in their survivor bodies
Stories shared, commiseration with strangers, now
Tents dot hectares of campgrounds, like so many
Emojis of despair and anger, leaving their stain
And soon or late, count on it, the piper will call

© 2019, Jamie Dedes

Jamie Dedes. I’m a freelance writer, poet, content editor, and blogger. I also manage The BeZine and its associated activities and The Poet by Day jamiededes.com, an info hub for writers meant to encourage good but lesser-known poets, women and minority poets, outsider artists, and artists just finding their voices in maturity. The Poet by Day is dedicated to supporting freedom of artistic expression and human rights.  Email thepoetbyday@gmail.com for permissions, commissions, or assignments.

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“Every pair of eyes facing you has probably experienced something you could not endure.”  Lucille Clifton


  1. Respected Jamie Ji
    some more lines that the poetic self wishes to express, please accept

    white is natural and so is black
    but for black white would not be-
    in darkness stars are the light
    by day it is the sun
    variegated colors of the world
    in deserts yellow in fields green
    in people dark and pale
    in animals spots and lines
    in wars, red with blood
    covered or uncovered
    heads are round –
    bullets guns missiles
    are the same, all kill
    in oceans or mountains
    on land and sea-
    nothing matters when
    hate comes in –
    ‘Hope is the thing with feathers
    that perches in the soul’ and
    sings the tune without words
    and never stops-at all-‘
    despair reigns in camps
    isolated parched famished-
    can an emoji reflect captivity
    curfew torture rape or death ?
    Hark ! I believe I hear the Piper’s Call
    May the Good Lord help you all

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  2. The Piper has called
    Dear Jamie Ji

    and I wonder,I wait-
    whose turn would it be
    which country which people
    after the Kashmiri?
    and like many other on other
    lands, ruled by hate and race
    as if each one came first
    all is mine no matter what-
    what possessiveness strong
    resides in man, making him blind
    what to say with guns and pellets
    no traditions no laws no bonds
    distances, absences, missing sons
    and husbands, walls and fences
    ‘grieving hearts in survivor bodies’
    how to move on in fear and blood
    no more would there be the music
    of the pipe- what good to follow hence
    we wait for -then The One Man who
    will come, help guide comfort and
    make all the difference-

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