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He climbed mountains
He climbed trees
He searched for something
He could not see.

He swam the sea
He flew the sky
He’s driving a journey
On roads people died.

He broke through walls that stopped
He walked through acid rain
He burned, he pierced.
He lost himself.

What would he do once he’s found?
What comes after destiny?

by Mehreen Mujeeb

Comments (1)

I believe I've seen the picture. Last year around this time you couldn't open a news site without seeing Syrian headlines, mostly in regard to the migrant crisis. As it stands now Donald Trump seems to be the thing the media wants to focus on... As a people we tend only to care about these tragic situations briefly. As soon as something else starts selling more newspapers or ad space we move on. Sad but true. Powerful poem Billy about a heart wrenching subject