The Camps

Tyranny, oppression
Gods laws become obsession
Taking life, creating strife
No mercy or compassion
Refugees now seek asylum
In search of new found freedom
Go hand in hand across the land
In fear to face new demons.

In camps they face starvation
Malnutrition, dehydration
Disease is rife, its not a life
Its human degradation
They die like flies, on foreign soil
For some a sweet release
Their children cry and mothers mourn
A price to high for peace.



Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2005-10-22 at 15:41

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Esti D-G
Hi penfold just read your latest pom which I read to a sort of rap rythm. Is that ok?
lurve esti
2005-10-22