Road to freedom, she sighed, on board, her children by her side, hungry but hopeful, she smiled as the captain asked her to go below, they knew it was illegal, just trying to escape a living hell, she took the youngest in her arms, their father waiting for them, trying to provide a safe haven, to begin all over again, fleeing tyranny the so called righteous caused. With every voyage there is hope, there is risk, when escaping a living death, you will try anything, same way a junkie chooses the needle, only much worse.
The sea was rising, boat swelled up, unused to the water, they became alarmed, moved like frightened sheep. Then tragedy struck, rest is history. Solomon sighed, their plight the result of corruption, the evil minded caused the wars, created the divisions, meddlers and their patriotic cries, the Charlie brown syndrome, the war that finished the Afghanistan, supported by opportunists, those looking after their own interests, a common book of wisdom would have achieved so much, the way a respected poet gets a good ear, the voice that resonates.