They are the citizens of nowhere
The stateless homeless masses
Ring fenced as if they are toxic
As they flee from fire and sword
They must long for some stability
Yet their roots find barren soil
Bureaucrats, then play for time
And complete another file
We extend a tepid welcome
Not seeing ourselves in he or she
Yet the bleed when they are cut
Jus like you and me
We all mark out our territory
Then empathise; not share
Our nature with its selfishness
Do we pretend we care?
Human misery increases
As they leave their war-torn lands
And if there is a god up there
I hope he understands
This composition is published as part of our Refugee: Poems of Courage collection, presented in collaboration with Poems Not Bombs, part of the Forest Poets collective.
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