And you want to put the world to rights
Because much going on is bad
The flight of Syrians - poignant, sad.
They did not ask to leave their home
But now as refugees they roam
Across new borders, cold, afraid
Their future doubtful, no plans made.
Tent cities spring up, water's scarce
Many are wounded – where's a nurse?
Thank goodness many now see sense
And help these poor souls through the fence.
Exodus on such a scale
Of hordes of people, many frail
In peacetime, what is more, is shocking
Conscience on our hearts is knocking …
(c) Poet in the woods 2015
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