Where streets once danced in light,
Now lay in rubble and fright.
Forgotten tunes are played,
Among the shadowed flames.
Shadows glaze the dismal towns,
Where once was music all around.
Now monotone drumming is the sound,
Of alien voices rejected and drowned.
Libraries stacked with dusty books,
From which I deliver this poem to you,
Laptops opine their dreary lines,
As outsider aliens are left behind.
Those foreigner footsteps snubbed and scorned.
A haven they seek, where they’ll be accepted upon.
One day, they pray for acceptance... one day...