Victims have no place to stay;
Refugees are turned away,
When the night goes down to day.
Nobody asks why.
Life is going by.

Kids need food to stay alive,
And make effort to survive
Lost in blue.

How hard is it to live there?
All their diseases are rare.
In this world wave of prayer,
Where the snakes lie,
Life is going by.

Sands fall through the hour glass.
The hope withers like the grass,
Lost in blue.

Behind the concealed mind walls,
Near the sky and the wet falls,
The life dances , the death calls
To upturn the eye.
Life is going by.

The chaos can’t rise above,
When the people search for love,
Lost in blue.

Poem by Marieta Maglas

Copyright © Marieta Maglas

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Disclaimer: The image used herein is taken from the Internet. Due  appreciation  and credit is acknowledged.

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