The Refugees

(Dedicated to all Refugees, the world over) Here we are Soaked in hunger Dressed in thirst Drenched rags Fear, our pillow Neglect, friend... Then... Our land yields peace We sleep with eyes closed We snore And leave doors open... Later... Came the gendarmes Guns booming Shrapnels tearing Bombs tearing Shrill cries Rending the airs Bulldozing us into corners Of submission Blindly we ran Leaving our all Forcefully Tearfully Painfully Exiting our homes Lands Savings To a future uncertain... Now... We are in a forgotten corner Once said to be A citadel of intellectuals Roof it has not Diseases eat us up Yet they say We are lucky to be here I ask Is death not Better than these? We can't die They say... Aid is coming when? Soon it has been Since we got here Years ago! But we can't Go Move Run Anywhere... We have to wait Here... And wait And hope And have faith With them For help... Cos... We are... ... Refugees... Yettocome... Ramadhaan, 1434. July, 2013.