Cities burnt to ground,
Little children without parents,
Blindly traveling into a future uncertain.
Good Samaritans committed to help the needy, the unsecured fear for their own.
The escapee’s desperate desire is justified,
Defend forts substantiated.
Everyone is Right.
* A Fibonacci poem (or Fib) is a multiple-line poem based on the ‘Fibonacci sequence’: the number of syllables in each line equals the total number of syllables in the preceding two lines. (1,1,2,3,5,8,13,21,34,55, etc.)
This is my first attempt.