The Refugees Crisis Poem by Tony Adah

We leave home
Not of our own volition
There is war
Theres hunger
There's poverty
Everywhere there's recession

If we must leave home
Stay hungry and be refugees
In our own land
Who's going to lead tomorrow?
We have used and dumped
Like toilet tissue
Merriment is gone
Only sorrow rears it's head

We are lost
Lost our tomorrow
Lost our yesterday
Lost our today
If they know how to make
The air shrink
Ours would have been history.