They came from far across the seas,
and left behind their families,
crammed into hostels, gyms and tents,
protected by a safety fence.

While waiting for their next of kin,
the German course might soon begin.
Waiting for the meals-on-wheels,
hoping that the war wound heals.

The mums are told to push the prams,
the dads take part in telc-exams,
striving for an equal job
frequently they start to sob.



© Jürgen Jost, August 2016

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