Slowly she trudges along a scar-filled road
Water carrier on her back, a heavy load
So many are children who fetch water each day
Large numbers orphans, too traumatised to play.
There’s nary a one who’s not lost someone
A mother, a father, a brother now gone.
And still the war rages, eight long years now
A break out to the West to survival somehow
But yet we reject them, born out of our fears
So many we turn back to a life of more tears.
Solutions, where are they, leaders stay quiet
They say there’s no answer, the world doesn’t buy it
Stop selling them weapons and bombing for them
At least let the children have peace for a stem.
Corruption, at the heart of all this warfare
The inconvenient displaced face a life of despair
They have nowhere to go, nowhere to hide
Now refugees fleeing, swept along with the tide.
An unseen truth is plain in all this
In the West we don’t notice and ignorance is bliss
We too have our problems and turn a blind eye
The water carrier children wait for bombs from the sky.
©Joe Wilson – Nowhere to hide…2018