By politicians evil,crazed and numb

Some days are days of loss and great despair
When all alone, we miss our loved one.
And feel we cannot live with sorrow bare.

For even if for our own self we care.
Our little efforts are too soon undone
Some days are days of loss and great despair
.

Why is life ,so often ,so unfair
For refugees who flee  the savage bomb?
They feel   they can’t endure  sharp sorrow bare.

Paralysed, we freeze in our armchair
Waiting for the one who never comes
Some days are days of loss and great despair

And yet we change as our emotions  flare
We feel as if we are no longer shunned
We accept with our good will   this sorrow bare.

We  look at refugees who are undone
By politicians evil,crazed  and numb
Some days are days of loss and great despair
We feel we cannot live but  yet we  care.