A Safe Place?
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- Written September 2025
With ancestral refugees hounded by hatred
That bursts into flames when fanned by fear,
Prejudice outstripping reasonable thought.
They hoped they'd be made welcome
With sympathy and understanding,
But ploughshares sharpened on the anvil of evil
Are beaten into swords of confrontation
And blood is shed, fertilising the valley,
Their spirits lingering in ruined castle walls
Echoing sadness in the silence of tears,
While bats and swallows wait their turn
To find their nest in peace,
Knowing they too are under threat.
The four castles, Lastours.
September 2025