Mr President, Sir You taught me something new today I thought those who fled their nation were a different breed Forgive me, my ignorance But, I thought they came from nations ruled by zealots where violence was a norm; cursed countries gave birth to them - and I felt sorry for them As I watched them escape despondency, death cramped, they crossed over to safety They with their bags and babies in trains Migrating like birds Looking for a safer place far away from 'home', hoping to stay alive To get back someday to their land Assisted at first, doubted next looked down upon And forgotten Labelled forever 'Refugee' But, Mr President, Sir You showed me How wrong I was in my thinking I now know anybody can become a refugee including me, with my designer bags my painted nails, my children in private schools All it takes is for one like you- strong and powerful, to lose your mind To act on an urge, to want to show your might To want nothing more than to make a point- to those who step on your feet - those like you, strong and powerful too - those who know nothing about me, my children or my family or the seas and mountains we crossed You need not dislike me and yet you exercise your power to take from me, All that I worked hard to build Mr President, Sir, I now understand how connected we all are All it takes is an error of judgement from you and those like you to make people like me, homeless And reduce me, my children, my family To anonymity- Become a number, a casualty of war, the subject of news Channels the topic of dinner-table conversations Just how easily We, who have pride too, become an object of sympathy Of derision, an end to practise empathy and be forgotten. Mr President, Sir, Isn't it an irony Just how easy it is for one to be labelled A 'Refugee'? Copyright@smithavishwanathsblog.com. All Rights Reserved.
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20 responses to “How easy to become a refugee?”
We carry in our hearts the tragedies we face and wonder why there is so much hate that consumes our lives when the alternative is an opportunity to become greater than we had ever dreamed.
Smitha, I appreciate your sensitivity in your poem as it is a constant reminder that we cannot look away as each of us is brought into the melee’ by our concern for the safety of others, and it should drive our own actions.