The growing number of recorded refugees in this world.
Refugees are like you and me,
All they want is to be free,
Freedom that can only be found through at the assistance of helping hand,
And not a shooting gun taking away land.
Children crying in their sleep,
Parents dying as they weep,
Running across a land,
Trying to find a place
That's safe and secure,
Where the air and the water and the people
A nation fallen to its knees,
As the elderly wheeze,
The unwell and sickened sneeze,
Parents utter the word please,
As they salvage all the food that they can seize.
A boat soars through the crashing grey waves,
As everyone prays.
This boat is the last spark of hope,
A single spark of hope left in the piles of fallen dark ashes.
The single star sparkling in the dark pit known as the sky.
My throat tangles in a knot,
The last bullet is fired,
I think of everyone that’s been shot,
this is the opposite of what I desired.
Don’t be so blind,
To not even care upon mankind.
When you eat others starve,
Open your eyes,
We are all allies,
When someones dies,
When someone cries,
Instead reach out and extend a helping hand,
Prove that humankind is still kind,
And not a myth made up in our mind.
Reach out and extend a helping hand.
this poem sucks