War broke out
A man-made calamity
They had to run for life
They felt they had no choice
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The life of these refugees is so fragile, so unprotected from the bullets and bombs of the warring factions but also unprotected from starvation and disease as nation after nation close their borders to them. Yet the borders are closed to them because they are feared... maybe because there may be terrorists hiding in their midst, maybe because their numbers threaten the economy of small nations. This is a world-wide problem- -the world together must find a way to help our fellow man. Quite a sensitive write, Nosheen. Through literature such as this, the world may be awakened.
Hi Nosheen, Look behind and you would be turned to stone The haunting images of today's unending violence against humanity brought out effectively with this simple image from the magical tales of yore esp. The Arabian Nights. Fantastic poetry. Enjoyed reading. Congrats.
Such is the life of a refugee, the migrate to save their lives without knowing what is stored for them in future and at new place.
When I start feeling sorry for myself I think of these refugees who have lost everything.
Your poem on refugees details all the worldly and material things they lose when they flee, but you also emphasize the emotional losses, which even a place of relative safety will not dispel. Your poem has an urgency and momentum which made its rhythm resemble the flight of people. You really made me feel what the refugees feel and my response is the grief for fellow humans who are suffering because of other people's lack of compassion. I agree with Susan's comment THROUGH LITERATURE SUCH AS THIS, THE WORLD WILL BE AWAKENED. Perhaps it has already begun.