Refugees Poem by johnoe mc guckin

Are we to be refugees
enduring the struggle, and fight
then the headlong flight.
We leave our meagre belongings
strewn throughtout this violent land.

No homes or, warm hearth welcomes us.
songs do not honour us.
We are the victims.. In our land
of sorrows only the warriors
have their songs.

Ah, but to think, when they are gone
we, the refugees remain.
always doing battle with our enemy
HUNGER...