Refugee

It pains. But there is no time for agony.

Hunger rules. But there is no space for appetite.

Death gives birth to a faraway hope,

for a paradise none has seen.

She who is raped,

is unchaste.

He who shuns,

is surviving wretchedly.

The children cling

on to a hopeless rope,

promising more storms that slash

their very soul,

discriminating their ill-fate

strings of anguish forever screaming

their lives have been ripped away.