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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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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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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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 People That We Love (Speed Kills)
Speed kills coming down the mountain
Speed kills coming down the street
Speed kills with presence of mind and
Speed kills if you know what I mean
Got to feel - woke up inside again
Got to feel less broke more fixed
Got to feel when I got outside myself
Got to feel when I touched your lips
The things we do to the people that we love
The way we break if there's something we can't take
Destroy the world that we took so long to make
We expect her gone for some time
I wish her safe from harm
To find yourself in a foreign land
Another refugee outsider refugee
How's it feel she's coming up roses
How's it feel she's coming up sweet
How's it feel when it's all in spite of you
How's it feel when she's out of your reach
The things we do to the people that we love
The way we break if there's something in the way
Destroy the world that we took so long to make
We expect her gone for some time
I wish her safe from harm
To find yourself in a foreign land
Another refugee outsider refugee
What happened to you
song performed by by Bush from Golden State
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An Aussie Christmas Day
In the park after eating barbequed fry the family a game of cricket play
In the warmth of the sunshine of an Aussie Christmas Day
A perfect day for Christmas around 24 degrees
On an afternoon made pleasant by a cool and freshening breeze
On this day in the Land of plenty a thought we ought to spare
For the people who are doing it hard in the bigger world out there
The Homeless and the Stateless dying of hunger and disease
In the refugee camps of the World thirty million refugees
Yet even in the Land of plenty the faces of poverty one does meet
The Homeless and God forsaken who live their lives on the street
Amongst the many well to do the faces of poverty
The outcasts and fringe dwellers of human society
Still a happy Christmas to you on this Aussie Christmas Day
As the family in the sunshine a game of cricket play.
poem by Francis Duggan
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We live, but with no existence
We live, but with no existence
We belong to a land
Beautiful and bestowed with
All wonderful natural resources
A very cool mountainous land is ours
It drew attention of
Many saints in the past
Previous millennium saw
A number of great sages
Staying in our land
Discovered new spiritual understanding
And established institutions
For enhancing the path of enlightenment
The terrain invited a lot of tourists
Because of its snow laden landscape
And its vegetation less common
In other parts of our country
We took pride of being part of this land
And belonging to a much visited place
Things started changing over a period of time
In the last two decades or more
We, belonging to particular community,
Were chased out of the land
Because we were minority
And forced into the other part of the State
For no mistake of ours
Many lost their lives
Many lost their families
Many lost their parents
Many lost their sons and daughters
Many lost their brothers and sisters
Many lost their homes
But all lost our identities
Our governance has not
Worried about us for the simple reason
That we stood this storm and managed
To survive and that
We are too little in the greatest democracy
To decide the fate of any governance
We cry within
As we are left to stay
As a refugee in our own land
With no real belonging
Away from a soil that once was
Our mother land
We live, but with no existence
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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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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Land Of The Living
Well, its up in the mornin
Everybody off and runnin
Everybody got some place to be
Some people never go walkin
Some people just stop talkin
And I was slippin away
You came and pulled me through
I wanna stay in the land of the living with you
I wanna stay in the land of the living
I wanna stay here with you
I wanna stay in the land of the living
I wanna stay here with you
We work and we worry
This old worlds in such a hurry
So many things we just dont see
Some people always cryin
Some people just stop tryin
And I was slippin away
You came and pulled me through
I wanna stay in the land of the living with you
We hot to do what we can
About all this pain and sorrow
But try to live just a little
We could all be gone tomorrow
When I look at you girl, me heart rejoices
You taught me somethin:
Considering the choices-
I wanna stay in the land of the living
I wanna stay here with you
I wanna stay in the land of the living
I wanna stay here with you
song performed by by Don Henley
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Don't Tell Me About It I Already Know
Don't tell me about it I already know
That money on bushes and trees does not grow
Yet of it some do have far more than enough
Whilst millions of poor people are doing it tough.
The unequal distribution of wealth seems humanity's shame
For every millionaire hundreds without a penny to their name
Homeless and hungry on poverty street
They hardly would know of the taste of good meat.
So many of life's opportunities denied
Their circumstance of birth their future's for them decide
Of their lives of poverty of varying degrees
In the refugee camps millions of refugees.
Don't tell me about it I know all too well
That millions are living in their earthly hell
Money breeds inequality doesn't that seem unfair
It is a rat race in the big World out there.
poem by Francis Duggan
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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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You Will Find Poverty
You will find poverty in the U S and Great Britain, in France and in Japan,
In Canada and in Australia, New Zealand as well as Iran
In South America and Europe, Africa and all through Asia as well
Throughout the Human World some in their Earthly Hell
In the past decade millions of people of hunger have died
As the gap between the haves and the have nots grow wide
In the World's wealthiest Countries homeless people not rare
So many poor people for every millionaire
And the social divide growing wider by the day
And that the poor are growing poorer does seem sad to say
In The Human World poverty of varying degrees
In the refugee camps millions of refugees
And poverty not a stranger anywhere
So many poor souls in the big World out there.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Soul is refugee
How to get free?
How to leave cage and flee?
Until there is change at heart
Who can believe in his divine art?
It is bad human quality
To keep even birds in captivity
God has born us free
With our own eyes to see
To imprison some one is biggest curse
Soul in cage may definitely feel it with remorse
What a foolish man is doing on earth?
When he has to leave this world after death
Even soul in body is refugee
He is at somebody's mercy
You are just a visitor in alien land
Where it is difficult to find friend
Think of it seriously and observe
Some of the aspects if they deserve
Human birth is rarest occasion
We hold it dearly as clear obsession
Think again about your feeling
If some one picks your baby and attempts at killing
None of the acts may please you in any case
Human race is full of problems and always chased
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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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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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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Ancestral domain my quest
history tells on people, geography, race, culture and
events, is a wonderful topic for, the process gives
meaningful aspect of human sphere
great civilization started in common principle, an
inherent idea, that all men are created equal, above
other living animal who lives in this wonderful earth
a unquestionable notion that all species are free to
procreate, free to exist, free to subdue of what is
given and has all the opportunity to live in any given
time
the land is the only living testimony that witness the
existence of our races in many ages, for it is the race
who own the land, any dishonor of the human race is
worse than death
not need to go, beyond cultural languages and principle
but only we need to know the basic principle that before
the culture comes to existence the human lives, owns
the land
defination of terminology, even indigenous people as
defind has nothing to say on the real meaning of race,
words definition, hutchs the essence of human race
it is now the quest of every race, to praxis and achieve
our meaningful existence, for only our race lives forever,
and zeal by time in the history of ancestral domain,
a quest of our human race.......
poem by Antonio Liao
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This be the last time we use the phrase 'Slumdog
We, as Indians, have reasons
To be proud of having
Created history by the film
“Slumdog Millionaire”
At the same time, we, as human beings,
Have to have hung our heads for
Having created slums
Slum, as it means
An overcrowded area of a city,
Where the housing is in a very bad condition
And people live in unhygienic conditions
With no basic facilities
And who created slums,
Not the people residing there
But those whose greed has brought
These slum dwellers into these
Unfit-for-living conditions
The technicalities employed in
Filming this movie deserve all praise
While the different ways of living
Of the slum dwellers equally deserve attention
Of the entire human race
For correction and improvement
The film was declared to be
The best-directed
While the slum tribes have no directions
And they have no one to direct
The film was declared to be
The best film
While the slum where the film was shot
Is the worst place
For any human being
Let the recognition of the film
Bring to light the plight of slumdogs
To the fore
And let the human race do everything
Possible to move these people
Out of the slums, wherever they are,
And to help them live a decent, if not better, living
We shall be doing a great service
If this becomes the last ever time
We use this phrase “Slumdog”
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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The Downfall Of Human Kind
The downfall of human kind it would seem to me
Are greed and corruption, homelessness and poverty
And patriotism and religion and National pride
All of these things lead to war and they are World-wide.
In a World where millions are dying of hunger and disease
The refugee camps are full of refugees
Millions displaced due to war and famine of great suffering they know
The people fleeing war zones with nowhere to go.
Even in so called wealthy Nations poverty is rife
And the ruthless look on the poor as the losers in life
Far too many homeless on poverty street
With nowhere to live and with little to eat.
Some grow wealthy and successful though they lie and cheat
The capitalist system has failed us complete
Thousands must grow poorer for every new millionaire
Do not tell me that the capitalist system is fair.
So much poverty in the big World out there
And so many are living in hopeless despair
But one falsehood with some sadness we recall
The lie we believed of a 'fair go for all'.
poem by Francis Duggan
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On Life Choices
Only one can be president and only one can be pope
And for every millionaire many struggle to cope
With the business of living, poor people are not rare
There are billions of them in the big World out there.
For many life is a battle uphill all of the way
The people who do survive from day to day
To stay out of jail for them a remarkable feat
For many the road to prison starts on Poverty Street.
In the refugee camps of the World thirty million mostly war refugees
And in drought ravaged Countries people dying of hunger and disease
We do have life choices some are known to say
Those who look at life in a simplistic way.
To some people life choices only apply
Most born into poverty though hard they try
Will never be wealthy or know of happiness
Their crime to be born at the wrong address.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Forgotten Hungry And Homeless
The forgotten hungry and homeless nowadays to be found everywhere
There are millions of them close to a billion in the bigger World out there
The refugees of drought stricken Lands and of warlords and the homeless of Poverty Street
Basic human rights of them are denied shelter from the weather and enough for to eat
In a Human World where everyone is supposed to be equal after all we breathe in the same air
But the poor and the homeless and the hungry cannot feel that life is very fair
The minority those who are too wealthy people with too much of everything
Are people that many look up to though their praises I cannot sing,
In an egalatarian Human World everyone would have a home to live in
And nobody would be without food and well dressed and not ragged and thin
The poor by the day growing poorer and that does seem a sad thing to say
And the refugee camps of the World are all overcrowded today,
'Tis sad to think that from the poverty of many that a minority does stand to gain
And I with enough of food and shelter have no reason for to complain.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Will there dawn wisdom and help us live in peace and freedom
You will bear with me for not being
Able to tell things coherently
As I am too immature to narrate things
But I chose to tell
Because of the plight I am presently in
All started, may be, two months back
We were living in a decent home
Not definitely, a luxurious one
True, we were in some comfort
We were asked to move out as
The army was assigned the job of chasing away, those,
Who they call “tigers”
Once tigers are out, we can be back home
Was what I was given to understand
We moved to a camp, dad and mom carrying heavy loads
Of our belongings
We were asked to shift to another, another, another camps
Each time we shifted, the belongings shrinking in size
Dad would go out in the morning
Only to collect ration for next day’s eating
And mom would move around to gather
Vegetable litters for cooking
This went on for a week
I could see the helplessness of parents,
Who were dreaming of getting me
The best food, dress, education and a number of other things
One evening dad did come back
Only to tell that he may be absconding
As the police expressed doubts
Of his being an informer to
The outlawed group
Next day morning dad was not to be seen
Mom is quiet
And she was repeatedly telling me to be quiet as well
Some people came to our camp
And they were enquiring about
Dad’s whereabouts
Finally they took away my mom too
It is now seven eight days
Since I saw mom last
No news about her too
I could not comprehend
As to what would have happened to her
People in our camp
Look at me differently
I do not know how to take it
Are they kind to me
Or are they sympathizing with me
Or are they pitying me
Or are they afraid of me
Even kids who used to smile at me
Keep away
All stopped enquiring me about my welfare
One thing is becoming clear to me
The people in power
Want to erase our entire race
Cleansing our mother land
Of her own sons and daughters
The phase ethnic eradication
Is beyond my understanding
But is it not that
The process will eradicate the
Entire human race
The earth belongs to all
In an equal measure
Whether rich or poor
Whether speak a language or the other
Whether follow a particular faith or the other
Whether white or black in colour
This is so simple to understand
How come the matured and learned
Fail to think in this line
I am still here in this distorted land
With no future visible nor the present in hand
Will there dawn wisdom
And help us live in peace and freedom
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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