19/08/2023
Genre: poetry
Title: Tears of a Refugee
By: Yom Emmanuel Bol
Tears of a Refugee kid
l do not choose to be homeless
Nor sleep on streets
It's life that forced me
No peace at hand
Guns taller than children
Once had a country and thought it fair,
Perhaps l was wrong,
A city that has millions of souls
Some are living in mansions,
Some are driving expensive cars
Yet there's no place for us my dear.
A city that once talked of peace,
But why am l still a refugee?
My country men eat, drink and laugh
Yet my stomach like that of a kwashiorkor I'll & counted ribs.
l am lonely, so lonely here
My tears glide it pairs down my cheeks,
Vulture awaits the sunset of my flesh,
To crunch me up into ashes
l am whispering, pleading and crying bitterly in pillars of hopes to survive this tremor
My face bleached by humiliation and shame,
Sorrowful tears of disappointment befolded upon me
l am no body
A kid whose future is untold
My pen is my real boon
Country men , women and ministers
We need to come together as one community
To give support to the Refugees.
©® Yom Emmanuel Bol
