Best Refugees Poems
Come by the thousands
Hungry, desperate, each day
Greece's agony mounts!*
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Home lost, new home found
Distant shores opening arms
Tears flooding the seas
© Demetrios Trifiatis
17 August 2015
*Thousands of refugees and illegal immigrants enter Greece
each day in search of a better future. Greece, despite its economic
crisis and with an unemployment near 30% and salaries and pensions
down by 40% helps the best way it can. Europe watches as more than
two million of these unfortunate people live inside our country of ten million.
SYRIAN REFUGEES
I'm watching a programme on telly
About the Syrian refugees
Men and women and children
Humanity brought to its knees
I'm watching the desperate faces
The terror and hunger and fear
They're facing their ultimate nightmare
And me? Well I'm just sitting here
And saying 'Isn't it awful'
'Something needs to be done'
Whilst searching the TV listings
And planning my evening of fun
Then I happen upon the BBC news
Cameron wringing his hands on my screen
Saying Syria is a priority
Then slips into a black limousine
Then Hollande, and Angela Merkel
Echo the prime minister's views
And tell us how hard they are working
Another soundbite for the news
Then shoot off to their heads of state dinner
Which will go on well into the night
While in the camps the tears will continue
No dinner for those folks tonight
At the meeting, an idea from Turkey
Amongst the platitudes and the kind words
The plan that they're putting forward
Is to drop lots of bombs on the Kurds
I flick channels and happen on Tony Blair
Offering the world a solution
I really can't listen to that grinning clown
Spouting his verbal pollution
He's jabbering on about Islam
Trying to give us the wisdom we lack
And hoping the world has forgotten
What Bush and him did in Iraq
Perhaps he's just a bit jealous
That he's not allowed to the feast
After finding Saddam's nuclear weapons!
A doggy bag surely at least.
While another mother loses her children
More slaughter and mayhem we see
And imagine the arms manufacturers
And dealers, jumping with glee
As they make another few billions
And probably a few billions more
Then they'll hide all their dirty old dollars
In their financial laundry offshore
And the politicians turn a blind eye
And I'm sure that they won't be divulging
How some of them came by their fat bank accounts
And why their back pockets are bulging
But then.......success I hear on the news
The EU says all is not black
They've solved the refugee crisis.
When they get here.........we're sending them back.
Job done, EU movers and shakers
So sorry for doubting your cause
You've sorted the Syrian problem
Give yourselves a big round of applause
© Ron James 05/04/2016
They are refugees in their own country.....
No land for them to go. No body care them either
They are known as refugees in their own country
War brought uncertainty in their lives
and made them to live in refugee camps forever
They travel long distance along the road
with their hand cart of chattels
while their tears rolling over their eyes
Parents are thinking about their children's future
and children hate to see their parents suffering
Many years have been gone and nothing has been done
The war is still going on without any improvement
Because of our careless and adamant leadership
the innocent people are still living in refugee camp
They are victims of diseases, accidents, violence, poverty
kidnaps, rapes and cruelties towards humanity
Let us join together and save these innocent people
from the hands of uncivilized people on earth.
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
All rights are reserved 2014
Hopes of happiness,
Laughter,
Turn into darkness and fear.
Screaming,
Shouting,
A spray of despair.
Tugged in my heart,
Ripping out my hair.
Nowhere to turn,
Nowhere to hide,
So much is going on,
Looking around,
Eyes filled with horror,
My country is falling apart,
Guns shooting,
Rebellious,
Tears of sadness,
Dropping down my cheek.
Gone are the dreams,
The hopes of joy,
Because of this war.
This war,
This destruction,
This tragic fate.
Where is the love,
The kindness,
The care,
For refugees?
THE DESPERATES
The hungry and the poor,
Will always try to find a door,
That will offer them a little more,
Than what they had before.
They cross the border through
The Kruger Park,
When it’s dark,
A singularly desperate act!
Between them all they,
Have made a pact,
To secure a life,
Where they can survive,
Or die trying in a
Desperate strife,
To keep alive!
Sadly, they often become,
Human bait,
To fearsome cats,
Who are surely looking for that
Foreign smell of meat,
And will prowl until they
Find them, then
One by one, to eat!
The few that do not
Meet their fate,
Kneel down and pray,
For yet another day!
These predators
Prefer the night,
When they have the
Best eyesight,
But also take chances when
It is light,
And give these desperate
Humans an unexpected fright,
Who leave behind,
A trail of scent.
The Animals spot their
Prey under the shade of a tree,
That offers afternoon cool.
They already begin to drool!
The only sign that humans were
There, are knitting needles,
And a ball of wool!
Still more human bait is left,
Although many are now bereft,
They run and hide,
Down mud, they slide,
For hope that
On the other side,
They will find,
Peace of mind!
Some make it to the other side,
But sadly still have to hide
From humankind,
Who seek, these
Desperate people out,
For cheap labour, they
Know their route!
All has been in vain,
As once again,
They are forced to be poor,
And used and abused.
All they wanted was a
Simple life, never had
Any illusions of grandeur,
And so the door
They sought,
Has only brought,
More sorrow,
On the morrow!
To be called a refugee is one
thing but to be ask why you're a
refugee is the hardest question
to answer.
Mafata.D
Our President assured us
that "they", will all be cleared
"You're safe here in America
there's nothing to be feared"
Vetting may not help us much
Where, were the Passports made?
Did they buy them on the street?
Or, from someone in the shade?
Takes an Expert with a "sense"
to spot the "Real McCoy"
Those that land here, and are passed
won't make you "jump for joy"
Just one, out of one thousand
that's all they really need
To recruit "those with bitterness"
that's how they'll plant the "seed"
Then, one after another
they're sure to slowly grow
And take in "those without a life"
when it's "too late", you'll know
With no ID to start with
how have they all been cleared?
Our President assured us
there's nothing to be feared.....
REFUGEES
I read of Rohingya
Thrown out of Myanmar.
In a city near Cox’s Bazar.
I remember that place.
It’s hundred-mile beach.
Its waterfalls, jungles.
Its beauty and peace.
A place where turtles
Come home to nest
Where waterfalls
Splash from on high.
Where the jungle holds sway
Over tourists at play,
On the longest sand beach
On our world.
Please tell me I’m wrong.
They are there for whose wrong?
Their own?
Or the Myanmar regime?
A city? A slum…
Yet still thousands come!
While a whole race is shown the door.
By an army upholding the law…
Is it legal to kill
For somebody’s will?
Be they Muslim or Buddhist or more?
Erase their existence,
Ignore the insistence
Of countries who don’t understand
that for National pride,
let religion decide.
Put your trust in a faith’s genocide.
The kids are just fine
On this Wednesday eve
Our lives intertwine
Until one takes leave
On this Wednesday eve
We huddle in the waste
Until one takes leave
From this bombed-out place
They’re readied for school
Packed up for the day
Ballet class in tule
Then we hurry away
Packed up for the day
The evacuations begin
Then we hurry away
From the siren’s din
Distraught by expectations
Life’s daily demands
Guiding child’s aspirations
Mold their lives in our hands
Life’s daily demands
From missiles, we flee
Mold lives in our hands
As we dodge the debris
We discuss the whole day
Watch the news, sip our wine
In lands far away
We witness war’s crimes
Huddled in lost places
We assess the whole day
Do they hear us, or see us, or know us
In lands far away?
A Colossus
And on it
An emblazoned inscription
From days long gone by
A message
Of Love
Of Peace
Of Dreams
Made real
Breathe in the life
TRUE freedom brings
Of Love
Of Peace
Of Power
Of Pain
Of Happiness and Sadness
Her TRUTH
Remains
Rest upon this lady,
Who beckons to ALL
From her golden shores
For EACH of you
Her message
Her edification
Her promise
To EACH of YOU
Who once sought comfort
Within her bountiful borders
And in her majestic corridors.
Her light she brings.
To those made to run from far flung shores
How dire their need must be
To flee from home
From EVERYONE and EVERYTHING
They’ve ever known.
Only one promise she has made them
Upon your words and deeds
Upon ALL your hard works
will deliver
The promise
Of Love
Of Peace
Of Freedom
How can it be ?
So MANY
Who once sought refuge within her arms
Have forgot
THEIR OWN STORY
Of Pain,
Of desperate pleas.
Pledging, upon her
With doors widened
Her all encompassing compassion and care.
Least YOU
NEVER FORGET
YOUR PLEDGE
YOUR PROMISE
To share
THESE ENDOWMENTS unselfishly
And without discrimination
To each who struggled and sacrificed ALL
For the opportunity
TO BE FREE.
To pursue
THESE above all.
Those words
Upon her
This dream
Made real.
A real dilemma faces us, don't think it's going away
refugees, "not vetted ones", will soon be here to stay
They're coming to America, Obamas plan is firm
the thing to be concerned about? It's not about a germ
Could be an ISIS army, there is know way of knowing
Barack Obama pushes forth, his colors really showing
How many Little Children, how many of them Mothers
how many Men and Boys are there, how many ISIS Brothers?
If even only ten percent, are ISIS in disguise
Obama knows when you look up, you could see smoke filled skies
No need for you to worry, Courts are in his pocket
what could they possible sneak in here, a shoulder fired rocket?
The terrorists have been here long, much longer than you think
way before 911 attack, and no one knew (wink wink)
Now you'll have to watch your tone, no profiling at all
can't ask, inquire, background check, now we're against the wall
Something not look right to you? You best remain aware
keep watching those distractions, he meant to put them there
Surprise may come from all around, the gift, a Trojan Horse?
those fireworks aren't for July, they are meant for us of course.....
We’re never uncivil,
But sewage, it’s raw,
Pumped over the innocent.
It’s displayed and sprayed
Over every infant.
We’re uncivil all the time.
We’re never unschooled,
But the teaching is stopped,
Taken from kid’s minds.
It’s hidden and forbidden,
Every child is blind.
We’re unschooled all the time.
We’re never immoral,
But justifying a rape
Of a five year old boy,
The kid is blamed, is shamed
For being a toy.
We’re immoral all the time.
We’re never unjust,
That woman who got raped,
Raped by a guard,
Is locked in a cell, a living hell,
Stands alone in the prison yard.
We’re unjust all the time.
Each day we hurt and violate,
We remove and isolate,
We turn our nationhood from fair
To despair,
We create distrust and disgust,
We need to be civil, schooled, moral and just.
Now doors were all closed, without single crack,
The father exposed, with son was to black,
Inside of a lorry.
Surrounded with fruit, they trembled from cold,
For clothes from Beirut, which little warm hold,
Too thin were and hoary.
»Where father are you and where is your face?
For dark is my view in this frozen place.
I'm feeling all frightened. «
»I'm here frightened child, I’m holding your hand,
And if you just smiled, the scare will be banned,
You will be enlightened. «
Not hour has passed, and out of the dark,
Enrich did the cast, A figure so shark,
Which warm was and shining.
»Hello little lad, art thou feeling bleak?
And would you be glad, if you weren't weak?
You want silver lining? «
»Do father you see, this man which is gay?
He is bringing to me, the warmth of sun ray.
He bright is and caring! «
» Those wishes are son, that warmeth thou mind,
For company none, to us is assigned, «
Was father declaring.
»Do you little boy, with me want to come,
And feel all the joy, to sadness be numb,
To forest enchanted! «
»Thou heareth not voice, and such lovely sing,
That is hearts rejoice, of grey elven king?
He to me has chanted! «
The father gave hug, to his sleepy tyke,
»Thou heareth but chug, which may sound alike,
To voices and singing! «
»So now sleepy kid, say final goodbye,
And close your eyelid, to sleep put your eye,
For your bells are ringing. «
»I won't do things bad, be easily trolled,
And leave my dear dad, in lorry so cold«
The child was all shaking.
»If willingly thou, with me you won’t go,
I'll take you by force, onto my own course,
I mine will be taking! «
»Oh father the elf, now never will flee,
He says for himself, he'll taking be me!
Is this then our parting? «
Dad fatherly yelled, for help of some sort,
While in hands he held, a body so short,
Which soul was departing.
Of couple instead, the driver have found,
The two of them dead, for they were both crowned,
On elven king’s ground.
BALKAN REFUGEES
The smoke and guts come rolling through the hills
obnoxious to the senses, life of death;
exonerated from all debt and bills
we stand, and try to find a second breath.
All debits--liabilities are gone
all burned to ashes drifting to the sky,
and we can't stop, we must be moving on
or we've been told, our time is now to die.
A baby breaths a bleak and wordless plea
not understanding we are all to blame,
for roads we take, and bombing we can see
and life to come will never be the same.
There's war and peace, and both are every day,
and we still walk to find a place to stay.
Resident Refugees…
Uprooted, abandoned and displaced;
scattered about in their own homeland—
Irrespective of gender, cultural or race,
the pursuit of happiness seems banned.
These are the ever-present invisible souls
whose living shadows flicker everywhere:
street corners, sidewalks, flag poles;
ignored as if they are not even there.
Not honored to be a vagabond or hobo;
nor a migrant in pursuit of the dream.
Each day of survival is a revolving skid row;
in the land of opportunity, life can be so mean.
As the sun shines from sea to sea in the land of the free,
homelessness is like being an un-caged nomadic refugee.