Humanitarian disaster zone
Fleeing everything loved and known.
Fighting for the right to a bullet-proof life
In a home-away-from-home,
No personal privacy.
Crying for help from a neighbour
With no-one looking their way,
Curled tight in a ball to avoid the squall
Of war and bombing and strife.
Summer clothing in winter snow,
A tent keeps the cold at bay;
Would you hear your name if it was called,
Or look the other way?
Family, friends or strangers,
Near or far away,
Who will you hear today?
Copyright wordz2go Jan 2017
Luke 10:29 ‘And who is my neighbour?’