In The Refugee Camps

In the refugee camps of the World are millions of poor refugees They are the forgotten survivors of droughts, wars, famines and disease It would seem that their lives hardly matter they are like the pawns of a chess game Yet those responsible for their predicament for their plight will not take any blame 'Tis sad to think millions are hungry and life for them tougher than tough Whilst others have millions in money and to live have far more than enough The gap between the haves and have nots keeps widening and for one to rise many must fall For the poor who keep on getting poorer no such a thing as a fair go for all In the refugee camps of the World and in the dark lanes off of poverty street No comfortable rooms for to sleep in and never enough food to eat The offspring of very poor parents and poor till the moment they die Whoever said all people are equal are those who believe in a lie In the refugee camps of the World and on the bleak streets of despair Are the people the World has forgotten whoever said that life is fair?