Let there be a hundred Merkels
Let there be a thousand Trumps
but let there not be that single woman
who sat and watched people run
for not setting action in time;
and all those people who ran
ran from their own homeland
from their own birthplaces,
abandoning their own houses;
men, women, children, the sick, the old
in boats, by road, by foot, they fled,
some died, many survived;
and as they live now in other countries,
they live by day and sleep by night
just like beggars though kings
as the comfort and warmth of home they miss
just because world leaders turned blind eye
to their growing plight in time, back home.
Let there be hundreds of Merkels
and let there be thousands of Trumps
for they will do better for the world
than those who have watched a nation run
to live as refugees elsewhere than home
or let there be that just one President
called Trump who will care to dare
and not just stand and stare callously
at death, destruction, terror and torment
which the world and humanity encounters now.
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