Volume 1, Issue 5-6 / May-June 2009
Comments on Distribution of Non-Food Services by NGOs in Camp.
Tag: refugee
Volume 1, Issue 5-6 / May-June 2009
From My Diary at Food Distribution Center September 19th 2007.
Volume 1, Issue 5-6 / May-June 2009
The Impact of not Having Network at the Cyber Cafe in the Camp.
Categories
Poem: Lost
Volume 1, Issue 5-6 / May-June 2009
LOST.
Head down, as I watch my feet hit the ground
I close my eyes, where am I heading.
I do not know
Everything around me stands still
As if, I am in a bad dream
And I am unable to wake up
And then I realize, am not dreaming
That’s my life, am actually living it
Not dreaming it
Everything that I hear am sure nobody else does
Everything that I see, nobody else sees
All the sadness, all the wailing
I wish I could close my eyes and ears
So that I would never have to see or hear
There is no place to hide
I have to face life head on
I just have to, like others have.
All decisions are made for me
It is like I am mindless
Any suggestion I give
Is not good enough
I am a living dead
Only I can’t be buried alive
I always wonder where the dead go
When you die, you are no longer a refugee
I do not want to feel hopeless
But I have bee made to feel that way
By powers that be!
My time will come.
Categories
Poem: In the Mirro of Human Rights
Volume 1, Issue 5-6 / May-June 2009
In the mirror of human rights.
Born of mother and father;
Bears brand of sufferings;
Begs the for life;
Bound with chain of refuge;
In the mirror of human rights;
Refugees are born to suffer?
Delighted in the donors’ mercy heart;
Desired medical care, better feedings;
Discussed on table of agencies;
Disposed to extreme sun shine or coldness;
In the mirror of human right;
Refugees are born to suffer
Little is done to respect humanity of refugee;
Long it has taken;
Look! Some ask how a refugee looks like;
Light has come through sponsorship;
Lo! Government official were once refugees
Today you decide on the fate of refugees;
Tomorrow a refugee will decide on your fate;
Teach refugees the best you want them to do;
Tarry not your days are running;
In the mirror of human rights;
Refugees are sons and daughters of our society.
Neither by powers nor by rights;
Nature dictates you never chose;
Now African, American, European, Asian, or Australian.
Not knowing the origin is the same;
In the mirror of human rights;
Tell the world-is it charity or rights?