The Camp in the Jungle 18 06 2016
After receiving the inspiration of Razaque’s words and
Mahendra’s minimalistic drawing and poem, about those poor beings in the Jungle,
I am encouraged to write the following and reflect on their pain and sadness
and what we should do.
It’s Just a Farce
Yes that’s it! You heard me right
That’s what the honest eye can see
What happens, to any human’s plight
Is what takes Dame Fortune’s fancy
Not what you do or what you get
But just what you are prepared to give
Don’t just look at your MD Midget
But how refugees have to live
Not the banquet in 4
star hotel
But that little girl you saved
From the ‘Camp- in- the jungle’ hell
Where the ground with thorns is paved
No indulgence, no post-theatre trip
Just clothes for that poor family
Those who live in Poverty’s grip
And gobble food so hungrily
Not to have our chins wagging
But Go! Give that unused antique!
Those posh clothes forever hanging
Also that metal vase unique
It will surely raise much money
‘Every little helps’ It’s true!
Even old shoes, (It’s not funny!)
And those clothes your child outgrew
Join up! Collect it! Be sure to send it!
To those children cold and damp
Get together, like
Beckham, ‘Bend it’!
And send proceeds to Refuge Camp
It’s the best thing you’ve ever done!
More than winning a
Sweep Ticket
Is to save those kids on the run
Living in a camp in the thicket
Before our inevitable last breath
The thing to do to keep us Zen
Is saving children and adults from death
Living in forsaken jungle den
