A Refugee Poem by ELVIS LIME

Sad testimonies worth crying
Starving bellies with drying throats
Large liquid eyes; sad and contemplative that always seem to burn dim,
Especially when politicians compete to come and deliver their empty promises
Gaining political mileage
As a fertile ground of desperate people has been identified
In a refugees heart, a heart of despair
But at least with hope to cling on and face another day

In a refugees camp
Where everything seem to conspire and clandestine
To declare hardship
For the land there doesn't even smell of morning in the morning
The land where the sun always seem to burn hottest than it is supposed to
Detestable lives full of agony
In a refugees mind
Where day lights always seem long than they are supposed to while nights never end

Inside a refugees camp
Where everybody is a afraid to just face another day
As conditions detest and deteriorates each second
Sad faces of naked children with protruding bellies
Strolling over and over
Staring at every vehicle that comes their vicinity
Perhaps it might be relief food or water, to fill the empty belly and water the drying throat
Oh poor refugees