Conflict

I had pondered over complaining about my life yet again Filling up this pages with idle talk Sharing past and present experiences Politicizing my perception of reality Writing about friends i had failed... Relationships i had lost And opportunities i had taken for granted Then i remembered Somewhere out there in the world Not far from our borders,in the lands of syria and south sudan Innocent people are surviving under appalling conditions In spaces that undermine their humanity Deprived off a normal existance With no roof over their heads No place to call home The lucky sleeping in abundant buildings As they have fled their villages over night Attempting to outrun guerilla wars They are innocent civillians, caught in the firing line Seeing starved brown babies Going for days with no food nor water With their bulged mulnutritioned tummies Seeing the unlucky...forced into manhood As they get made into child soldiers Dying on the way to seeking freedom Their childhood stolen from underneath We have heard...as far away bystanders Of their 'sneaking' under our fenced and guarded borders Seeking for refuge In the unknown lands,to find a better tomorrow What will become of them? The thought of their plight tortures the soul of the viewer As we watch their lives play out on our tv screens The shock on our faces is temporary As we share their lives in documentaries Their whole lives scripted into 120hours Their history formulated into screen shots Our greatest nightmares is their everyday reality As we ponder over our political future We fear that we can turn into the next zimbabwe Yet,they have nothing left to fear As they have experienced rape,beating and gun shots We cry for them from our posh homes Yet,we do nothing to improve their conditions Imagined as victims of circumstances In an empathetic world Coming to realise...that my reality is propably what they inspire to