The hardship of living in a refugee camp made me psychologically strong.
quote by Philip Emeagwali
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Dream - Refugee-free Civil Society
Refugee is some one who was
REFUsed the right to reside further
In the land to which he belongs
Got Evicted and guardedly placed
Elsewhere
When a new system of governance
Comes in replacing an existing one
This issue arises
War and one of its attendant social issues
Is managing refugees
A civilized society
Cannot claim it to be so
If it has in its midst
A number of refugees
And an exclusive camp where refugees stay
It is scar on the entire human race
Which, at present, is the highly civilized
And is always on the path of development
With so many facilities
Adding up each second that passes
The condition of a refugee
Is far beyond the description
Of being pathetic
They do not have a place to stay
Leave alone the house
And the homely environment
Some of them had a great living
Before getting evicted
Leaving back in their home land
Properties much beyond the reach of many
In the land where they are “settled”
For no fault of theirs
But simply because of the
Clash of two warring segments
Who constitute only a miniscule
Of the entire people in trouble
No future in sight
No present in hand
Only a painful past
Haunting them all through
It is hard to believe
That some camps run for decades
Do they not deserve
The normal living others
Both in their ex-land and in their entry-land
Are enjoying
It is a shame
On the organized living
And no development means any thing
To the human race
As long we have a refugee
In our midst
They need emotional, economical
And the other social support
If you really feel
They are also human beings
It is a wonder
That in natural systems
There is no living thing
Which suffers this refugee stamp
Will there be a day
When we will have a refugee-free
Civil Society
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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I felt really sorry for Oliver Kahn. Up to that point he had made lots of saves for the German team. Of course he could have caught the ball but it just happened. It was bad luck. In that situation, you need to be very strong psychologically to carry on.
quote by Angela Merkel
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The Animal Refugees
I’m the only elephant in Phnomh Penh
No more of my kind you’ll see
My wife ran off from the killing fields
She’s an animal refugee
I’m a Mekong crocodile from Vietnam
When the napalm scorched each tree
I swam to Laos at dead of night
I’m an animal refugee
I’m a slithery snake from Angkor Wat
Where the mountains churned the sea
Now tourists squat in my habitat
I’m an animal refugee
When people’s homes are ripped apart
There’s appeals on world TV
No one saves us. There’s little fuss
For an animal refugee.
poem by Sheena Blackhall
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The particular refugee camp we were in, they were hungry for play, they were hungry for any kind of normalcy.
quote by Connie Sellecca
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I Have To Leave
I came to camp here
On the riverside
Overlooking the mountain
Where I would say ho
And it would reverberate.
I had no companion
Till every morning
The birds woke me up
And made friends
I had no lover
Till the moon's silver
Crowned the ripples
And made love
I never knew
When quietly they came
And dug into me!
Now I don't want to
Leave the camp
My dreams don't spin
Tales of other world anymore!
I came to camp here
I have to wind up and leave.
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Only Of A Better Life
Just to keep on living from day to day
Most people are brave in their own sort of way
Just hanging in there when the going is tough
Survival for some it is quite hard enough
Millions of people by life knocked about
Living in war zones and Lands ravaged by drought
Millions sleep rough under the open sky
Who said success is there for those who try?
In refugee camps millions of refugees
Waiting for placements in Lands overseas
Yet in refugee camps they are destined for to stay
With their daydreams of a better life far away
Hunger and racism erodes their self esteem
Only of a better life they can dream.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Many of our soldiers are stationed at Camp Coyote just south of the Iraqi border. This is how you know we have a strong army, when you can actually tell your enemy exactly where your camp is and what its name is.
quote by Jon Stewart
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Refugee
We got some thin we both know it,
We dont talk too much about it
Aint no real big secret, all the same,
Somehow we get around it
Listen, it dont really matter to me
Baby, you believe what you wanna believe
You see, you dont have to live like a refugee
Somewhere, somehow, somebody must have
Kicked you around some
Tell me why you wanna lay there,
Revel in your abandon
Honey, it dont make no difference to me
Baby, everybodys had to fight to be fre e
You see, you dont have to live like a refugee
No baby, you dont have to live like a refugee
Baby, we aint the first
Im sure a lot of other lovers been burned
Right now this aint real to you
Its one of those things you got to feel to be true
Somewhere, somehow, somebody must have
Kicked you around some
Who knows, maybe you were kidnapped,
Tied-up, taken away, and held for ransom
Honey, it dont really matter to me
Baby, everybodys ha d to fight to be free
You see, you dont have to live like a refugee
No, you dont have to live like a refugee
Baby, you dont have to live like a refugee
song performed by by Tom Petty
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Refugee Moon
You are like me
Who haven't a way to go
And to stay
Wondering aimlessly
I have seen you
In my home country
Even before sun set
Hiding and peeping
Watching out to encage
Into the growing darkness
But I couldn’t identify
You are as a refugee.
At the terrible time
Escaping from my death
During the swash buckling things
Happening in white nights
I turned up to
City of Katmandu in Himalayan valley
Getting a cheapest room
In a top of a dirty and dusty old building
Suffered from the fever of loneliness
I opened the window
To hear of the outside sound
As I was being at my home
It was a surprise
You was there too
Rambling behind a cloud
Like me as a refugee
The moon
I never identified before.
Without specific place and space
Universal camp of the out sided world
Giving light to the dark
Try to awaken from the blindness
Of the humanity
Now you are like me or I am like you
Udaya R. Tennakoon
poem by Udaya R. Tennakoon
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It Doesn't Matter
[The Rock]
Yo this is the Rock kicking it with the Refugee camp
And you're bout to smell what the Rock is cookin'
[Wyclef Jean (The Rock)]
Yo this is strictly a club record
Dedicated to everybody who used to stand outside in the cold
When the F-L-E-X was spinnin at the Red Zone
song performed by by Wyclef Jean from The Ecleftic * 2 Sides II A Book
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Shame in war
I murdered,
hundreds of deaths,
crushes drownings burnings,
mutilations,
I'm
a fanatic
a fascist
a Hitler and a Himmler
in one wrap,
I was the one
who brought them to this place
Might as well get rid of them
myself,
You look from above,
a genocide burial ground,
a Sabra and Chatila,
the rape of the century
in a refugee death camp,
I killed them,
every last
one of them,
ants mites roaches
spiders,
all gone,
until the next wave
of eggs hatch
and it's time
to do it all over
again.
poem by Bera Tremoz
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Studies have consistently shown that financial hardship is the biggest obstacle to heterosexual marriage, yet the Republican leadership has done precious little to help address the financial hardship faced by American families.
quote by Kendrick Meek
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Growing children!
He is playing with himself, just running around,
When his mothers is busy with shampoo and the heads,
His father is engrossed in coloring each strand of hair,
The saloon is noisy with the music of a woman mewing,
Blowers, dryers and air condition send the decibels as roars,
The smell of ammonia and scents of soaps betrothed,
Where the owner's little boy was conceived in a room,
Though he is five, he is as small as three,
The Mother has to wash the hair of people to feed,
The Father has to dye and blow to earn a living,
Both pairs of eyes are at the entrance,
To look for the arrival of the next customers,
That little is growing in the saloon attached,
With a room functions as living and bed room,
He is inquisitive of each and every object,
Touches the switches with no fear of threat,
Hides under the table to remove the rubber suckers,
Wears the boots of the mother as a fun seeker
Walks around the chairs as roller coaster,
Puts the hair clips to the dull banners,
Bored of doing these, he runs to the parents,
A scream is heard, the walking is stopped.
the weeping of a child under the dark clouds,
Millions of little children are growing in hardship,
With no one to love, hug and say words of sweets,
While their parents are at work, thinking.
Of bright future for them and their families,
When their children are left unattended psychologically,
Reading the world through the cruel examples,
Of negligence as the way of life to continue.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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He Comes From A Different Culture
He comes from a different culture the tall dark one with such a great smile
And he finds it so hard to settle here so far from the banks of the Nile
He cannot speak the English language the tongue of this Southern Land
And that he feels he is an outsider ought not be hard to understand.
Tall and lean he looks very athletic and like a runner quite light on his feet
But he is not known as a sportsman and he never was an athlete
A young man in his early twenties and so gentle in his own quiet way
He speaks just a few words of English and two of those words are 'good day'
War and famine ravage his Homeland and for him 'twas not a safe place
And he fled just like many others to live far from his clan and race
To smile to him comes rather easily and he seems untainted by guile
But in his dark eyes there's a longing for the distant banks of the Nile.
My sympathies with the poor fellow he seems such an honorable bloke
He came to this Country a pauper financially dependant and broke
From his tribe to a refugee camp and life for him downhill all of the way
One hopes for him a better future though in that he doesn't have a say.
In this City his life is so different nostalgia is such a strange thing
Amongst his tribe and his family he felt happy and good memories of the past to him cling
Back home everybody was special and here he's just one more refugee
To smile to him it may come easy but the sadness in his eyes one see.
He comes from a different culture and of this culture not much he knows
And here he must feel an outsider but one might say that's life I suppose
He is such an honorable fellow yet how sad his life for him must be
And life is not meant to be easy for any poor Stateless Refugee.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Land Of La La
You were brought up in a small town
Where everyone greeted with a morning smile
I mean the place was so free from crime
You could leave your front door open
And if your eyes were drawn from a lack of food
Or your pockets were short on cash
There was always someone close at hand
That you could always run to
You could have been a doctor
And you could have been a nurse
But these things werent good enough for you
So you decided to pack up all you own
And get a one-way ticket there
To a place where all the successful people went
In order for them to do
Im a big boy now, shes a strong girl
Remember only the strong can survive
Living in the land of la la
Im a big boy now, shes a strong girl
Remember only the strong can survive
Living in the land of la la
L.a., l.a., la la, la la, l.a., hey hey, land of la la
L.a., l.a., la la, la la, l.a., hey hey, the land of la la
You get off the bus, pick up a paper
And look through the classified
So that you might find a place
Suitable for you to move into
Then you turn around to pick up the duffle bag
That you brought along
But much to your surprise you find
Your bag has taken off walking
You dig in your wallet
To get your last dime
But then recall you just spent your last dime on the newspaper
Youre much too prideful
But pride has no defense
When all youve got in your possession
Is the wallet in your hands
Im a big boy now, shes a strong girl
Remember only the strong can survive
Living in the land of la la
Im a big boy now, shes a strong girl
Remember only the strong can survive
Living in the land of la la
(repeat)
L.a., l.a., la la, la la, l.a., hey hey, living in the land of la la
(repeat)
You might get everything you want
But not want everything you get
Being in la la land is like nowhere else
Living in the land, one hell of a land, a land full of lost angels
Movie stars and great big cars and perrier and fun all day
And thats enough to make anybody go wild
In the land of la la
Hes a big boy now, shes a strong girl
But only the strong can survive
Living in the land of la la
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Into Homelessness
into homelessness
today suddenly I woke up from deadness
I was dead peacefully
All a beautiful death
My home -your home could only be this beautiful earth-
So I presumed I also reign high on this beautiful earth like you
When you leave to live
from one country to another country
You say
one home to another home
I thence also drew a border in my mind
When people say you are homeless and
I am into homelessness…into bigger home called the BIG EARTH.
And my heart turning in that pulse into another heart so BIG
I shrunk out from into these unlimitedness
From the world of my deadness to my aliveness
Again I shall be playing a game of
deadness and aliveness
Aliveness and deadness
So I am alive today
What do I want to know
Surrounded by the sounds of Silence and solitude-
These walls are all I feel protected-these walls
A way my life designed and desired
The world can pierce through these silences-these walls
And reach me- so far the world in the form of Television
I also depend on the Television to know everything
Shot by shot
Scene by scene
Frame by frame
Channels upon channels
Breaking news is my breakfast now
Still the game of yours and mine
Mine and yours was live in the air
fresh exodus of Reang refugees from Mizoram
repatriation of 35,000 Bru people living in six refugee camps in Kanchanpur.
More than 300 huts were set ablaze along Tripura-Mizoram border.
Three refugee camps at Dhamdoey, Zoudiah and Tuipuibari
News aboard News home -all lost in New
UN refugee camps-Oru village Israel, Palestine Jews, Liberia, Sierra Leone, Nigeria
Thousands in Tibet wounded this and that
Burundians refugee camps-Tanzanian refugee camps
In the process
14.9 million refugees in the world including you and me…
many more will be because atleast already 22 million been internally displaced within their home including me and you
women suffers including me as a woman
in the constructed process-in and out home -
cold war civil war world war
Liberian civil war-2,15,000 refugees in the process 40% of women were raped
torture and traumas-rape, murder, molestation…
humanity in PROSTITUTION
silent protest of sufferings and struggles alive in M.in.D
humanity silenced all dead
Refugees
Hundreds of refugees in Cheopliang
I met a friend from America
Never feeling homeless, who carry the GLOBE in his backpack
I met a little boy from Cheopliang Refugee.Camp.
Asking his mother
Where on earth is my home
Mother replies-
the mother earth and your heart
i loved this part of the world
For they found this beautiful earth
For they found love-
smiling silently for they have crossed the border
no question no answer
I picked the eraser
and erased all from my mind the thickening border
Another they called me refugee
I was happy I am homeless
I was happy I am a refugee
I also found love in this lost
I was standing like a patriot in a nameless country
Holding the globe in my hand
NEWS of bloodshed reddened the screen of the Television
Load shedding
Suddenly the Tele. vision lay numb
The whole world shrunk into zero
poem by Lovita J R Morang
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Mind and Condom
Tidied up my room
To go for a new
I found it
In my big bag
Looked at the date
Still it is valid for a few days
Two years passed
In the same pocket
At the registration
And blood testing place
I was given it
In the first refugee camp
Kept it in safe
Never I it wanted
Mind is imprisoned
Eyes are suffered
She is to come
From my home
To live with me
After punished time
I want to keep it
Not for use
To show her
To say her
But there are two
Binary assumptions
Because of it and
Because of time
Benefit of the doubt
May be to me or
May be to us
In my view or
In her view
If I not throw it away
Forgetting time space and difference
Possibility of something
Always on the edge
Looking for
poem by Udaya R. Tennakoon
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Land Of The Living
i found myself
in another world
i found myself
alive and well
i am the vapor
i am the gas
you be the angel
of everything
this is the land of the living
this is the land of reprisal
this is the land of the living
the living
the living
i lost myself
too wide a plane
i opened up
i'm not the same
i am electric
made of wire
you be the match
i'll be the fire
this is the land of the living
this is the land of reprisal
this is the land of the living
the living
the living
the living
in myself i try for you
walk a thousand miles to get us through
airways
jet planes
safe landings
no branding
land
land
this is the land of the living
the land of reprisal
this is the land of the living
the land of survival
survival
land
land
this is the land of the living
the living
the living
the living
song performed by by Bush from Golden State
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The Refugee
Oh, oh
Shes the refugee.
I see your face,
I see you staring back at me.
Oh, oh
Shes the refugee
Her mama say one day shes gonna live in america.
In the morning,
She is waiting,
Waiting for the ship to sail,
Sail away.
Her papa go to war.
He gonna fight,
But he dont know what for.
Her papa go to war
Her mama say one day hes gonna come back from far away.
Help me.
How can you help me?
In the evening,
She is waiting,
Waiting for her man to come.
And take her by her hand.
And take her to this promise land.
Shes a pretty face,
But at the wrong time and at the wrong place.
Shes a pretty face.
Her mama say one days shes gonna live in america.
Yeah, america.
Shes a refugee.
Shes coming amn, shes coming for company.
Shes a refugee.
Her mama say one day shes gonna live in america.
song performed by by U2
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Beautiful Nation
Congratulations, youve made it to our border
Is there something you would like to order?
A life without oppression and fear
Beautiful nation holds out a prospect of liberation
The exemplary situation, theres no place for supplication
(Beautiful backward harmony, sad hidden melody)
Youve got thirty days to convince us all
That youre really suffering in life, stand against the wall
But if there is a chance of survival
You have to pack your bags and go home
We know its not fair but dont really care
Not even aware of the situation out there
Life before becoming a refugee
Youre on probation, especially for this occasion
Were having a celebration and maybe we grant asylum
Beautiful nation holds out a prospect of liberation
The exemplary situation, theres no place for supplication
(Beautiful backward harmony, sad hidden melody)
We know its not fair but dont really care
Not even aware of the situation out there
Life before becoming a refugee
Sorry, but you have to go, where to, we dont wanna know
We deny you our hospitality
Congratulations, youve made it to our border
Is there something you would like to order?
A life without oppression and fear
We know its not fair but dont really care
Not even aware of the situation out there
Life before becoming a refugee
song performed by by Undeclinable Ambuscade
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