Refugees Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Helplessly thrown upon the flotsam of the earth, being not
caretakers nor partners in the enterprises concerned with
self.

Having to rely on the generosity of others, appreciating
everything that is done for them.

All the while not knowing they are being taken advantage of
and trampled over, while they remain polite.

Heads turning, talking coming from the sides of mouths,
smirking, snickering, trying to boost their own egos as they
put down the refugees.

Ignorance abounds, the uninformed remain that way, not
realizing that all are people in a very special way, they
shut out the refugee with walls of unfound prejudice.

Looking, being polite, the refugee realizes it is just the
insecurities and the fact of not knowing their culture
which causes the boundaries people are afraid to cross.

In their gentleness and kindness they are quick to forgive,
hoping to make yet another American friend.