Life is shattered in refugee camps
There is darkness for the want of lamps
Even fresh day brings gloom
As it is after all like prison room
Who will want to be refugee?
In their own country they are not free
The houses are burnt and put on fire
People laugh at their tragedy and satire
The children die everyday
The medicine and care is miles away
Not enough of food made available
Life is spent with lots of trouble
The leaders come daily for visit
Express words with grief and greet
They are not only hollow in spirit
But not in conformity with situation and misfit
The camps are shame on humanity
Even almighty may pardon wrong doers and feel pity
It is human error but needs full condemnation
Let us make it normal and set right the situation
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Life is shattered in refugee camps There is darkness for the want of lamps