Polish- Belarus Border- world Must Help The Refugees Poem by Bernedita Rosinha Pinto

At the borders of Poland and Belarus struggle
those little children freezing in the cold winter,
as mothers howling like wolves for someone to hear
but everyday keeps passing making their situation worse,
everyday keeps turning their hopes into despair,
everyday a life is lost or a child falls sick
as injustice keeps rotating its wings of unfairness

Life in all its hues and cries never spells of doom
any greater than this as their dismal expectations
are turning into wrath and deaths, torture and cruelty
as refugees keep getting agonized and mishandled
since Belarus chooses to block them at their borders
by not allowing them to exit to freedom and safety.

And as many refugees keep rushing with anticipation,
they await for nothing more than a mere escape
from the harsh realities that wars have cast upon them;
and for the helplessness they face with no home or a future,
they await at the borders of Poland to get respite
from the sufferings they have faced in their own countries.

But as they keep waiting for asylum, no pity, no help they get
as at the border of Poland inhumanity collides with empathy
as compassion keeps drifting away making children sleep
in hunger in the harsh cold with zero degree -temperatures.

O' Poland - when you are the Centre of Human Rights
and you speak of volumes and directs help and action,
where are you and your Human Rights Organizations today
when the migrants are facing such sad and dire crises?

How can you close your eyes to their situation
when refugees are flocking to the border of Poland to flee
with their children in their arms and their families in panic,
hoping to secure and dock their dreams of survival
in any place on this earth as far as they can go?

Or will their circumstances beat down their strength
or will their courage keep dwindling under their feet
as they struggle in the cold with no food to eat?
with no baggage in hand, neither a shelter on their head
will the world never step in to offer them a helping shoulder?

And though their pathetic condition speaks for themselves
and though they plead to allow them to cross the Poland border
so that they can reach a safe haven of survival,
their weak bodies, their loud voices, how can the world not see
when in the freezing cold they sleep and breathe or die?
Or has global fraternity lost its heartbeats of compassion?