WORLD'S REFUGEES

We have grown accsismus too further
Life has done us down this mean for we are ejected
We are sick souls seeking asylum let's come o'er
The government just take us for the dead
We are been persecuted in our own zoar
We wend seas and series shapes of sands sleeping unprotected
We sought shelter but they jack-booted us, waved us steel sticks
Obscene water, some muccored bread
Cactus beds, pin-ful gores and filthy feeds just for sixty-six
Poor parents and sick siblings and one dying Fred
We have zero choice but to cling running railways' wicks
Only for those that be apt to that stead
To survive some die doing that with their faces pierced in piece
Because big brothers' borders are
closed, off their sufficient bliss
Our rights get denied the more and lives frustrated by fuss
A decisive solution is supporting humane course
All hopes are regained when tops - powerful seats help us
Head counts pertaining refugee booms be battology
Let nations respect human rights and keep good philosophy
Without which the world's morrow's naught by dire anarchy.

Jodekss Gloatkenf.