I heard the high pitched keening

A sound of pain and fear

Someone unseen crying out

A mourning call of loss



I heard the cries past all hope

Which sound through the night

Screams beyond your belief

Chilled my blood to ice



Thirty years of fear and pain

Driven away from my own nation

Finally the odds have changed

Time has come for condemnation



Wait for me, I will return

So very soon you will burn

Now, where your end is near

How does it feel to live in fear?



I saw them badly injured

All laid out on stretchers

A lot of bloody bandages

Wrapped around their bodies



I saw the refugees

Without hope or without relief

They were chased and hunted

Looking lost and shell-shocked