In the vastness of the universe we choose to argue over invisible lines on Earth and who crossed them first.  Forcing beliefs, attempting to separate our dreams.  I'd like to believe that we are all treated equally, but I trust what I see.  Metaphorical and literal walls raised, don't allow the openness to accept ourselves, granting acceptance to others.  We share our hearts by caring, and helping others in times of need.  Yet we tend to get too focused on what's perceived best for me, me, me.
Refugee looks like a human to me.  Together respectful as one, I turns to we, as our inner eye starts to see.