Pain and sorrow

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A Syrian refugee child, his back to the viewer, checks the water canal surrounding his  tent in an informal settlement in the Bekaa Valley, Lebanon, 2018.
A Syrian refugee child checks the water canal surrounding his tent in an informal settlement in the Bekaa Valley, Lebanon, 2018.

Oh dear, I am a homeless
I am a victim of authority who is reckless
The war had me hopeless 
It made my life a full darkness 
How dare humans who dont feel on us
Instead they raise weapons on us
My dear, my eyes are full with tears
I need a one with whom I can share my worries
Mom died and Dad with my hand was buried
Still I am a child and I need them
But who could explain this to those people with fierceness
Is our life to that extent cheap
Or are their hearts with violence fed
Griefness, Sorrowness and oppressiveness
In these three word my life is expressed

Poetry
Yemen