Stained: A Refugee Week Poetry Entry
Stained
Stained on the concrete
Their bodies lay askew
A son mourns the loss of his kin
Knee deep in the rubble,
In the rubble once home
Robbed of what he once had his own.
Stained
Stained on the concrete
Their bodies lay askew
He is now to be made a refugee
Handed nothing but sympathy
His smile despondent, his tears responding
Forced to flee to another country
All that surrounds him is foreign
Screams expel from a pin drop
No one understands his pain felt.
Stained
Stained on the concrete
Their bodies lay askew
The world can be better for a refugee
It’s so clear to see, yet it’s not understood
The world is Broken
In shards of humanity.
Stained
Stained on the concrete
Their bodies lay askew
To make the world better for a refugee
We must be better as a colony
Treat them as kin,
Let them into your homes,
Give them reasons to smile,
And not let them mourn alone.
Give your hand to a refugee
provide help not just sympathy
Sitting alone tormented by the memories
Rocking back and forth can’t even visit their cemetery
Learn their woe share their burden
The world can be better for a refugee
Stained
Stained on the concrete
Their bodies lay askew
Now a distant memory crowded by the new.