A storm is brewing on Europe's shores
No one helps these poor bedraggled souls
A peaceful place is all they ask
But politicians just laugh
making war and corporate greed
it's what their paymasters need
there's no profit in refugees ,
The cost of one rocket would be all it takes
to feed thousands for a week.
Religion also needs a wake to the suffering it helps create
No matter who your gods name is, his mantra will be live in peace
Lets work together forget the war and who's gods the b.est of them all
give peace a chance and help the poor refugee's !
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