REFUGEE CAMP RATIONS
- the equivalent of 2 potatoes per day per person...
One potato, two potatoes, then there are no more
The body’s weak, can hardly speak, you’re laying on the floor
You think of home where food is grown but war has sent you flying
You can’t go back, there’s bombs and flack, there’s nothing left but crying.
The world, it hears, but has no tears, too far away to bother
Starvation reigns, and with it pains, and distance blinds my brothers
Will someone care and be aware, that all of us are dying?
They look away, it’s hard to pray, our plight has left us sighing.
A cup of grain, the need for rain, and seeds to start a garden,
I might then live, if people give, if hearts refuse to harden.
It’s CBM who’s helping them, and you too if you’re willing,
Since choice is yours, with all your toys, alternative to killing.
cal bombay – April 11, 2017