Refugees and their message to Europe

A flash of light blazed,

And then thunder roared.

The dark clouds gazed,

And he sailed with no oars.

The raindrops have been coming down,

The bubbles going up all day

Now he is bereft of his town,

Wherein will he stay?

At the mercy of waves,

He hoped to reach the shore.

For food, he craves,

But the skies continued to pour.

Cold, hungry and tired out,

He shut his eyes filled with tears.

Though his faith was shadowed with doubt,

He fell asleep reminiscent of his dears.

 Now he found himself on sand,

The sand gave him motherly warmness.

He stepped on the long land,

And looked forward for kindness

But who knew the length of his joy,

Was as short as his age

For the helpless eleven year old boy,

The vast land had nothing but rage.

The people accused him,

For being terrorist in disguise

His eyes grew dim,

And burst into cries.

This unlucky population,

Have their lives torn apart.

Crisis destroyed their nation,

And Europe doesn’t accommodate them in heart.

O Europe! Don’t turn your back,

They beg you for shelter.

Is it too much to ask for?

Is it too much to render?

                           -Prateek Goyal