The Refugees - Poem by Jacson Gelato
Have you tried to find clothes for others
than for your own self?
Have you tried to give food to others
than to feed your own self?
Have you tried to bring a homeless
than to sleep alone in your house?
Have you tried to ask your own mind
than to doubt others generosity?
Have you tried to let others exist
than to let your own self seek protection?
Have you tried to ever be a refugee
than to watch another be on the road with despair?
Have you ever tried to be human
than to observe the helplessness of others?
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