Restless and tired, their feet are so painful
Refugees treated like something disdainful
Ousted from countries, rejected by others
Why can we not help them: our sisters, our brothers..?
Children and elderly and parents all hungry
Seeking for shelter..some welcoming country
Why must they suffer it: this heartless obscurity
Victims of Isis and the need for security
Each of us is suffering it; though, we can't see it
The awfulness, they're knowing, is inside of our spirit
Through writers and poets and singers with talent
Tear drops are falling like characters in a ballad
Even the universe is sharing their sorrow
With weather and earthquakes, and an unpredictable tomorrow
United together by a bond so much deeper
Than politics and religion: we are our brother's keeper
So. when will we do it: the right thing we're knowing?
How long must these homeless be the headlines we're showing?
When will we help them:these tired and forsaken
And stop passing over them...we are all so mistaken..