Refugees, They Are Still, no One Sees

refugees they are still no one sees Each year, each month or week the refugee's future is far to seek do you know that they must put off their shoes further land in sans shoes? ! which country, which border, which police order? ! where in Europe? ! it occurred during the grow of the tulip open your eyes, shut your mouths, write endlessly till they get shelter fearlessly It be icy winter or summer's heat they all must march together to the nearest border all barrefooted who are going to walk in their shoes? ! they are not sure of their future who is going to nurture in some rapid minutes they all lost their kin one thing you must be sure walk, pray and seek something hidden something meek then you'll find your future's creek, but never new shoes or a better future! let's say 2000 here, left behind drowned in the sea hundred times more, refugees they are still no one sees © Sylvia Frances Chan - All Rights Reserved