I wrote this poem in honor of all the refugees who risk their lives in order to find a better life for themselves. My family were among 360,000 Laotians who left Laos during the early seventies. We were the lucky ones who made it out of Laos. However, there were some Lao people who were not as fortunate. I wrote this poem in remembrance of their struggle and sacrifice. I entered this poem into the poetry contest last year at poetry.com. It received an editor’s choice award and it was published. I am invited to the International Poetry Convention in Vegas this July and I am still deciding whether I will attend or not.
Silently the group of refugees
breaks through the jungle free
Eyes and ears straining to the dark
shores of the Mekong, too tired to walk.
Babies crying, mothers’ desperate pleas
Soldiers breaking through the trees
Screaming, ” Get on your knees”
Fathers, brothers, sisters begging,
“Please let us make it to the crossing.”
Gun shot ringing, rat-a-tat-tat
people dropping, crimson splat.
Copyright ©2007 Anasone Aragon