Adesina Idris Dolapo Poet Blank verse

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.

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