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A child cries
In the middle of
The night
As another dies

At the stroke of midnight
No food
Tattered clothes
Nowhere even
To call home
A bomb
Took his house

It's a miracle
He even got out

And a bullet
Is the evil
That took his mom
Now with his father

His brother

And sister
Both so very young 
Themselves
They walk
With honestly

Nowhere to go
Miles and miles

Makeshift camps
One right after
The other
Praying 
Somehow 
They will find
Some place safe
Something
Anything
Better
America

Will take in
Refugees
They hear
And try not

To get their
Hopes up
Which is smart
Because just then
They hear
It might not happen
Backlash thanks to
The very people

They are trying
To escape from
So they walk
And they wait

For a better day
While one
By one
The begin to
Waste away
No longer
Seen as human beings
But as statistics
That no longer matter
In a world
That just
Doesn't care