The Syrian Refugee Once upon a time I lived in a home a place I felt safe a place full of love, My little sister aged four played in that home she looked like a pretty dove, We were so happy our country was great, Then all of a sudden the wind blew east and before we knew it there was nothing but hate. They said we needed help our lives were in trouble, But who were they to decide to burst the bubble, The imaginary monster was sitting in our land, They had to destroy it and let it all become grains of sand. The men appeared and blew away our town, Who were these men when did they come down, Killing our people not caring young or old, The sights are so deadly all those bodies lying cold. We ran away from our home to another place, A dirty camp where we were treated with disgrace, My little lovely sister withering away in the heat, My mother and father looking completely beat. The days went by and the bombs grew louder, I wonder with each bomb do these people feel prouder, The war has started for gains of the elite, These dirty politicians have they ever sat in this heat, My father has decided we will float through the sea, He has heard there is peace in Europe where we must be, My sister he holds tight as we march to the coast, We walk for hours to meet the people who will be our host, My mother is exhausted looking older with each breath, Though we did not realise that this trip is full of death, Whilst crossing the ocean I look up into the sky, Suddenly our boat rocks and here we could die, We make it across finally to Greece, A place of safety a place of peace, People await along the shoreline, When we get off the boat they ask if we are fine, They give us warm clothing they give us food, This does'nt take away from the sombre mood, In time we find it was lies that we believed, It wasn't help or a good deed, The countries that bombed us were not ready to accept, Many of thier people would rather see us dead, The television man cried at the shores, He said he was sorry but the nations were closing there doors, He had seen the dead children the women in the camps, When at night the so called defenders were satisfying there fangs, Now we are no one a people doomed, No one cares all around us is gloom, Why did they turn there eye to the east, I now understand this one eyed beast.