I am a refugee of war,
Walking on edge of my fate.
On my back carrying some belongings,
On one hand my little baby,
With the other pulling my little Violet.
She is sick, hungry ,and tired,
Walking miles crying Mami wait.
But I am in hurry ,
To escape the missiles shower zone
While Death opening mouths
from every sides.
Which one should I take care of?
The starving of hunger and fatigue,?
The disease of cholera?
The slashing cold wind?
The fall of the snow or the snakes of the forest?
Or to watch my steps not to enter
Into a farm of Dynamite?
Or bombs of enemy or friend,
Which might on heads of evacuees vacate?
Some body please tell me which way to go
Borders are all closed
And soldiers with machine gun at the gate
My fancy dreams all gone with wind
And my hopes did evaporate.
Dreaming of happy life, nice home
School for children no more
In my mind does it fit.
All my wishes now reduced to:
A warm shelter and hot food,
One dish for me and for my daughter one plate.
Who are those who brought this disaster?
Killed thousands, destroyed cities,
Forced millions their homes to evacuate.
Do they have hearts ?
Does human blood in their system circulate?
I am refugee of war
And unknown stranger in else state
Home ,food, school for children are given here.
But I lost my pride and etiquette
May be I was poor in my native town,
But was proud walking like a queen
My head on my shoulders up and straight.
All faces were friendly
All were sisters all were brothers
All were town-mate
Here I am shrinking under the whipping look
Of the Racists loaded with hate
Some times they throw,
An insulting word like a bullet
It tears off the heart of dignity
Which I can not tolerate
Which I can not tolerate