There but for fortune. Syria

Once you had a home to go to
You had a garden you had a place
A purpose you had little
And now its gone without a trace

It might have been a room a house
A mansion who can say
But one day you woke up
And all you had was blown away

The foreigners had sent their planes
Sent their tanks of steel
Sent their shells and rockets
With no thought of how you feel

The guerillas in their counting houses
They decided they
Wanted oil without the toil
Thats when all of us do pay

Everything you have lived for
Is falling around your ears
All your accrued belongings
Were soaking in your tears

The children and the child within
And you were forced to go
Climb over the barricades
And join the great big show

One moment you were somebody
The next a refugee
They bombed you and you were nothing now
And they didn’t want to see

You, your friends your lovers you
Now were victims and you
Were a nuisance misplaced jetsum
Floating in some sea
Little boats were everywhere
But you were far from free

And oil was costing lots of lives
And lots of true despair
Borders were now closed to you
And it wasn’t bloody fair

As your feet got sore
The realisation that nobody
In the aftermath of war
Cares even one iota
For you mate and some more

The bankers in their ivory towers
Supped their cognac you can bet
Smoked their cubans king size
As you went into debt

You an enforced nomad
With no where to go
This is how the refugees
Perception starts to grow

Some countries are building fences
They don’t want us there
Others say they want us
And are willing to share

Out of date food smelly clothes
But some are giving too
So its about mixed blessings
Which really isn’t new

Syria is seriously battered and broken
We
Saw our flat comes tumbling down
With our eyes we did see
Everything we worked for ruined overnight
It makes you sick to see it
And it bloody isn’t right

But you have to grin and bear it
Your have to join the throng
You have to become refugees
Or migrants you belong
To no where you are scum
Not entitled to a glass
Of clean cold water anywhere
Just a good kick up the arse

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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