Life In Refuge Camp Poem by John G. Nelson
Life In Refuge Camp
Scorches of war, how the stars rot….
in blazing heat, soul strips in camps
doom by long waits, torn by distress,
how curse made us lesser amid men?
How we end up, our values dwindled,
replace by hurts, wails & bad memories?
when long waits, fade beauty and hopes
lay dreams in cages, feed fears & anger.
Men made us objects, threw us yonder,
And lay a judge upon skins & religions
How hearts became property of the state,
and bends by decrees, limit by boundary?
A land from where we came, sang wars
Cried fears, live amid hate and groaned,
Whose hands injured our eyes & hearts,
Now lay us waste in refugee camps…..
How men pity our soul, saw us nothing
unworthy we felt, we sat down and wept
saw ourselves slave to men & commands
chained as a refugee, caged like a bird….
01/10/2006 John Nelson
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4/19/2024 5:37:47 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Inner turmoil, no one in this life should ever have to experience conditions like this. You paint a very sad and true picture here, the world needs to acknowledge these horrific situations and thrive to do something about them. We can't just wait on the world to change, we all have a responsibility to do something about it, no matter how small. I feel your pain and do my best to place myself in your shoes, it's almost impossible to feel the complexity of this, but I know pain and have an idea of what you are going through. Thankyou for sharing.---Melvina---