To take a hundred years' path overnight
Is what it means to be a refugee child
The world had never known so many refugees before
The old sayings had never come true before
Refugee children are so experienced
They have seen whatever kids usually don't
Mountain tracks have they trekked
They have seen men plunge to death
They have experienced sea storms
They know how a man drowns
They have heard gunshots again and again
They have witnessed dying of men
The barbed wire is known to refugee infants
They have touched its sharpness with their little hands
In short, they know lots of things
Still of two facts have they no understanding:
They have no idea what 'security' is,
Neither do they know what 'home' means!
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The dispair of a refugee nicely penned