The Inconvenience
The life of a jovial six year old boy
Tarnished by a devastating war,
Sought refuge under a battered convoy
With no-one to heal or stitch his scar.
The little quaint town he called home
Pulverised and crushed by men, unknown,
The mosque he prayed, its gigantic dome,
Demolished, shattered, mutated to a gravestone.
As he felt the ephemeral of his being,
We sat down to argue and discuss
Stopped him on his way, from fleeing,
Told him, we didn't want him to live with us.
The poet is a student of History, Politics and Economics at University College London.
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