Sometimes this false hope is all they are offered. (Remove filter)
The Shameless Liars
Slithering out from the ruins of once happy homes
A promised land is sold to the highest bidder.
With false stories of a much better life ahead
Vulnerable refuges give every penny to these greedy parasites.
Praying for a safe journey from a barren existence
Packed into a cramped crowded transporter, a gamble taken.
Caged exhausted hungry thirsty, lack of air to bre...
Sunday 13th September 2015 7:00 pm
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