Refugees,we still remain

Enough with the roar of the mortars that spit
And the drones that dance in the skies.
Dumb have our ears become;
Blind are our eyes.
Our hands are stained with the blood of destruction,
Our minds are overpowered by fear.
It seems that Antony’s curse has lighted upon us;
The foul deeds are indeed smelling above the earth
And carrion men everywhere;
Groaning for burial.

Homes, we called them,
The fragments of broken walls
Besieged with memories of an illustrious past.
Toys have vanished, and with them,
Our children too.
All that remains are the blood smeared shells
That have showered from high above.

We’ve crossed barren deserts and fierce seas
Living a corpse’s dead life,
Leaving behind our love and life.
Days and days we’ve spent,
Amidst roaring waves and starry nights.
Nay! They do not scare us anymore.

We’ve walked from land to land,
Country to country,
Across barbed wires and hefty soldiers.
We knocked and knocked
But no door did open.
We were roughed up, smashed and kicked
Yet, silent do we remain.

Our throats are filled with soot,
That we can no longer even cry.
Our limbs are stupefied,
That we can no longer move.
The people of a nation in free fall.

You took from us, our peace and order
You took our land and made it a sea of blood,
You took away our children, our hopes and joys;
And still you refuse to give us refuge.

Your guns don’t scare us anymore,
Nor do your barbed wires.
The scent of blood no longer frightens us,
Nor do the cries of hunger and pain.

But it does scare us;
It does frighten us,
It does make us anxious,
That  bizarrely, in your eyes, compassion we cannot see,
That in your hearts, love, we cannot find,
That in your arms, solace we cannot spot.
That brutish beasts have taken over your minds
Leaving the world bereft of humans,

Robbed of humanity.
Refugees,we still remain.

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