Refugee

Sound and fury ;
Will you be my jury ?

Time and tide ;
Will you wash away my trials ?

Kites of hope
Soar into the yonder .

Filled with hope ,
I wonder

Many don’t want to provide refuge to Syrians after the Paris attacks . Hence , the misdirected sound and fury(anger) of the world is a refugee’s jury. Trials, tribulations and hope are other themes in this poem.