A refuge in hell

The Refugee Camp

 

I am tormented by the terror,

that forced them from home,

and the threats which

drove them,

driven

by despair

toward a

sham

haven

of

horror.

 

Tent strewn swamps,

frightened flotsam of

clinging children

refused the right

to fair,

fun,

and

fear

less

learning.

 

 

Rotting carcasses

of teeth torn food,

writhing bellies

of the cast off poor

emptied of hope

and left,

in

a nowhere

land

like

a

marketed

slave.