These poems were written initially as part of a 7Days challenge hosted by PoetsPub on Wattpad. I felt the need to write about the refugee crisis because it had a profound affect on me emotionally.
I have been out of touch with the news for a long time. I cannot bear to see innocent people get murdered, or children getting orphaned, or worse, dying, all because of some politically motivated war. I stopped following the news channels a long time ago. Recently however, some very disturbing images surfaced on the Internet, showing refugee children who had drowned in their attempt to reach the safety of land.
My question is why were they in the water in the first place? Why did their parents feel like their homes were no longer safe? I am aware that some countries are providing safe haven to these refugees, but I think this problem needs to be dealt with at the roots.
Stop waging war in these countries, and there won't be any more dead children. At least that's how I see it.