Internally Displaced Persons

Sun, 12/17/2017 - 19:57 -- adeibz

They had a Life full of Fun, neighbours and Family;

Disaster struck and tore it all apart leaving them Funny;

where use to be home is now pile of sand, stones and nothing...

Now they are labelled, dejected and confirned like pony's;

shielded in shambles of shelters, worn out tents and poly;

Feeding and surviving through the mercy of plenty;

Parents unemployable, kids out of school and a meal now luxury;

holding unto hope which in reality is far from launching.

Through their eyes you only see pain, pity and yearning;

Internally displaced in their own land of birth and brethren;

A few show up with food, beaverage and clothings;

After their pockets are chocked with donations, bribes and looted funds.

How can one ever be displaced in his own country where lands are vast and resources don't vary??

Shouldn't we be accepting and intergrating them into communites?

Shouldn't we create a platform of starting over rather than offer a few pennys?

I weep for my generation for the ultimate problem is yet to come...

I say little for humanity is now far beyond humility...

Lets do what we can for YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE...!!

 

Ibrahim ADEBAYO

I stand with Y.O.L.O. Foundation Nigeria

#1000PERSONSWALKFORHUMANITY

@yolofoundation

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

Comments

adeibz

The content of this poem does not depict the situation world over but from the study, observation and communal engagement with IDP's in Nigeria.

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