Pilgrimage


The evil are greeted with despair,
As they come to murder their kin.
Bringing death to life, mosques to ashes.
Until there is nothing left to win.

And so, they leave their homes besieged,
Estranged children from a strange land.
Arabia's cry is for her lost ones-
Forced far from their treasured Holy Land.

Named only for the ones they still fear,
They run from the carnage they've seen.
Across the nations, they run towards refuge,
Until they reach the oceans between.

Pleas ring out from the shores of freedom,
And remain forever ignored.
And so one by one they exhaust their hope,
Disappearing from their beaten horde.

Then, suddenly there is eerie still,
As their souls become nothing more
Than faint whispers among the crashing waves,
Haunting the many who pass death's shore
With the memory of the ones they killed.

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