Under The Greenwood Trees

They have no houses anymore Because their pretty houses Turned into ruins and broken Stones anywhere and everywhere, They ran away from their fate To that fate where they put Their blankets and quilts under The greenwood trees to be their Beds in the cold weather of This place or the other place, They are now pretty neighbors Of all kinds of snakes and all Kinds of ugly and poisonous Scorpions in the unknown jungle, They were left among the untrodden Roads to suffer for and ever, Nobody wants them and nobody Wants to share them anything good, They live like anything in the Jungle looking for firewood or Looking for a morsel to eat, They were left over there just To suffer permanently and to die Without any remorse from the Whole world anywhere and everywhere, They are the poor refugees who Suffer by day and by night, so Who will save these poor souls From their cruel and hard ordeals? !