Tear gas

We are standing in the clothes
We brought
Everything is gone
Not even a change of socks
And nothing to put on
The rain is cold and logically
We know
We left Syria reeling
Having no place to go

Once we had identities
But now we have nothing
Once we had a life to live
But now the birds don’t sing
Not anymore or if thy do
We just cannot hear
We are now just refugees
Living in your fear

We know discrimination
We feel it everyday
My parents both had good jobs
But since we came away
We have become just beggars
Some spit at us and say
We don’t want you in our town
That is what they say

Your war planes came and bombed us
We have no where to go
Many people died at home
The injuries did grow
Our home was shelled and broken
All we had was burned
All we worked so hard to get
Tragically they turned

Into fire and rubble
That was all we had
And so we left the town we loved
Although it made us sad
And walked and rode and walked again
Hopeful we could find
Somewhere we could bed down
And just rest our mind

We got to Greece and there we were
In a camp of sorts
A torn tent and some dirty towels
And of course our thoughts
We heard they might just let us through
You now how news does grow
And so we went to the razor wire
To just join in the flow

The police came they were shouting
It frightened us to hear
Already we were homeless
Already in some fear
Cold and feeling desperate
Feeling helpless and unsure
And then they used the stun grenades
Which shook us to our core

We stood there with children
Wondering what to do
Was this now the end game
Would we die here it felt true
We might all stand and perish
And nobody would know
Then they tossed the tear gas
And then the pain did grow

Tension flared and people
Tried to push through the razor wire
The injuries were nasty
Our future appears dire
With countries closing borders
We have no place to go
We know nobody loves us
And they do not want to know

We were in the wrong place
At the wrong time, clearly we
Really lost all our worldly goods
And still have eyes to see
What is the growing menace
The disorder everywhere
The displacement of so many
And of course the dark despair

Coughing and some vomiting
Sickened by the gas
The repetitiveness of being
In our own morass
All of us in The same boat
Suffering so much
Huddling close together
But now so out of touch

Are we to stay here wondering
Whether we can go
Where some might soon offer us
Or say they do not want to know
Suggest we go back home
To bombed out cities and be done
To trek back into Syria
And perish in the sun