Refugee Children’s Carol

 

Syrian children try to stay warm near an open fire in front of their unheated tents in a refugee camp in the town of Harmanli, Bulgaria, Thursday, Nov. 21, 2013. Thousands of Syrian and other refugees from the Middle East, Asia and Africa, who find enough courage to make a dangerous journey from their war-ravaged states, often end up in the crammed settlements in the Balkans, including Bulgaria, Greece or Serbia, after being caught on the borders of wealthy Western European nations for attempting to cross illegally. (AP Photo/Valentina Petrova)

CAROL OF THE REFUGEE CHILDREN

 By Shirley Erena Murray, of Raumati Beach                                            Tune: Cradle Song                                                                                                                  

Away and in danger,

no hope of a bed,

the refugee children,

no tears left to shed

     look up at the night sky

     for someone to know

     that refugee children

     have no place to go.

 

The babies are crying,

their hunger awakes,

the boat is too loaded,

it shudders and breaks;

     humanity’s wreckage

     is thrown out to die,

     the refugee children

     will never know why.

Come close, little children,

we hold out our hand

in rescue and welcome

to shores of our land –

     in *aroha, touching

     your fear and your pain,

     with dreams for your future

     when peace comes again.

 

© Shirley Erena Murray 2016

(Photo caption: Syrian refugee children in front of unheated tents in a camp in Harmanli, Bulgaria.  (21.11.2013. AP Photo/Valentina Petrova)