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.
