"Ah Refugee Life"

Rain falls heavy on broken tents, Thunder shakes what hope prevents. Floods rise fast, the earth gives way— Homes and hearts swept out each day. Children shiver, mothers cry, Beneath a dark and drowning sky. A hill collapses, lives are lost— Soaked in sorrow, soaked in cost. No shelter strong, no dry relief, Just endless rain and silent grief. In this camp, where tears run rife, They whisper low: "Ahh, life." _Ro Amaan.