The Migrant Refugee

What a beautiful sight to see,

Migrant birds in their flock of V,

But girl wrapped up in silver foil,

Only thoughts of how she will spoil,

Running away from civil war,

Her fault no status and dirt poor,

And boy hopped from place to place,

With cheeky refugee disgrace,

He recalls leaving all he knew,

So the Nazis could not pursue,

Settlement homes dismantled so,

Houses emptied nowhere to go,

And the people are spilling out,

Our silence and their loud shout,

From so many corners, leaking,

Different languages speaking,

But World is full up with folly,

Can’t stay here, we’re very sorry,

Move on quickly and climb up high,

There is always room in the sky.

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