My Refugee Poem.
Guns pointed at those who are most innocent,
not many people are able to vent.
This world is also so cruel,
Poor people becoming jews and being forced,
These brutal and savage soldiers make sure they never lose.
We are referred to as “one” when there are humans getting treated the opposite and suffering all in one.
OOhhh I like your poem Jasel, that's cool. Keep it up dear.
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