See that exclamation mark. Yeah it was for bringing and darting your attention to the topic we all here everyday in the tube,radios,Facebook and twitter feeds ,newspapers ..blah ,blah ,but never really pay heed to it.
I could present you with some boring stats here mate! ,but i would like to sting you all my friends about the truth of the greatest refugee crisis we are facing since World War 2 and that is due to millions of Syrian’s fleeing their country in order to survive the bloody civil war that has ravaged the nation from head to toe.
It makes me sad how we as a collective human society could be so heartless and non-caring about children washing dead ashore and boats carrying hundreds of people sinking the Mediterranean .
Above that ,now we do have a Travel Ban to stop these “Terrorists” and “Muslims” at the gates of the world’s oldest democracy. Seriously fuck you Trump!
I am not here to preach you all, but it’s my responsibility and your’s too if you haven’t traded your soul with the devil to show some empathy and love towards them.They are desperate and in need .So just open your borders,verify them and let them in Europe and America so that you don’t have to meet the real devil in the end.
Here is a small poem I have dedicated to this Global Calamity.Hope you learn.
Laughter in the Slaughter
“Soul’s burning, lives sacrificed in Syria”, the tube flashed
“We accept donations from Christians only”, read the money box
“Does humanity preach uplifting a human”
“Or dividing life or death between these narrow walls”, I asked
She stared into me searching for eternal shallowness
And, then whispered in my ears
“Charity is over the corner, Sir!”
“This world runs on profit and power”, she said in obviousness
“Is humanity profitable?”, She asked
I looked at her and then around me in a dismay and hopelessness
“Is this what the world reduced to?”, I murmured
As, I, strolled in shock across the colossal glass door
“The smile on her face, reminds me the grin on the grim reaper’s face”, I imagined
“Death comes to us all”
“Flush and bones rot and wither away” the sorrowful heart whispered
But what this world will do with an eternal fallen soul
Isn’t this the devil’s haul?
As the privileged laugh
On the slaughter of poor
I imagine, who has really fallen
The Satan, or the children of God.
So,Help our brothers and sisters who are fleeing leaving their everything behind .Show some empathy you Cold Stones!
Till then! Ciao. Will meet again.
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