Where do I go?

War is at the doorstep. What do you want me to do?
You say I must run- but where
you do not say-
Where do I go
When this is the only home I know

You say, 'Do it for your family.' 
And I agree.
I wake my sleeping children
Stuff my pockets with money, and bags
with food and clothes, and toys

'Go!' you say. 'Before, its too late.'
But how- how do I take it all?
I have two hands- one for each child whose hand I must hold
My back - it hurts- but it's what I've got
So, I'll carry what I can and the rest I'll leave, behind. 

I’m participating in Reena’s Exploration challenge which requires me to include the sentence somewhere in your piece.“War is at the doorstep. What do you expect me to do?”

And with this poem, I’m not going to…