A siren afar, or is it near, blares.
A police van? An ambulance? Who cares!
Masses to safety scurry like mice.
Against them is loaded every dice.
On unsteady knees the aged hobble.
On moldy stinky slices children nibble.
Which world power sides with whom?
No midwife to help, from womb to tomb
Straight they go, the baby mask a little askew
Sphinx eyes' Cyclops stare already mildewed
Hope for humanity washed down the drain
Makeshift tent shivers, blasted untimely rain
Abandon all hopes, ye who enter here!
Aeons away festive star pitieth shame mere!
Pratima@Dedicated to every refugee camp, be it Gaza or be it the 'Gazwa-e-Hind' h(a)unted Kashmiri Pandits' at Jammu!
Horrors of every war
against humanity itself
is the theme of my sonnet today
that describes a typical refugee camp!
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