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