The Refugee - Poem by dea dear4
All people are normal and living to be glad
But family or society or both make them mad, she wakes up in the morning..
to see herself without dears..
to fill her eyes with tears.....
how can be saved rom dismay
her child is without milk like yesterday
men open the door of war...
in many countries, , , now as before...
other people live in suffering..
When ever the devils of blood
change their plans in to flood
far and near innocent people die
they loss their feet their hands
in and out side of their lands
bad leaders desire
earth will change into fire
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