In Nostrum Closet Oculos

 

In Nostrum Closet Oculos

Lives torn in conflict and war, caught in limbo, waiting for a saint to save the world,

As the politicians languish in lengthy debate, the chaos, of their foolishness unfurled.

The state of the worlds homeless gets worse, as the world drags the proverbial chain,

Refugees flowing from Syria, Venezuela, Myanmar, Afghanistan, Sudan, and Ukraine.

Filling border compounds, safe from the despots, the tyrants who couldn’t care less,

Waiting for political change, a chance to return, or sanctuary away from the mess.

Every day, as every other, misery brought over, souls suffering in the forgotten fray,

Whilst time merges together, within the foggy blur, into no matter, the time of day.

Amassed, within each discouraging day, days folding into weeks, no borders crossed.

Crowded camps, makeshift shelters, homeless behind wire, where lifetimes are lost,

Weeks stacked in months, the years forgotten in time, dreams being totally erased,

Living in the pit of despondency, with no escape, hope out of fucus, lost eyes glazed.

The seeds of hope, lying dormant in the displaced, caught within an impervious crust,

Where life is short, like food in famine, with drinking water, an unsightly brackish rust.

Minds stalked by the mist, that silently closed their doors, poor souls with no escape,

To endure in the mindless indignity, the physical abuse, child neglect, and even rape.

An offensive odour of despondency, in the pungent air, people plagued with disease,

Mortality high, survival rates at an all-time low, bereft of fundamental guarantees.

These are the border towns, the ones we want to forget, hidden from our closet eyes,

Away from the comforts we live, interred where we cannot hear, the desperate cries.

Where is the saint, to save the poor children, born in the camps, the generations lost?

Where is their salvation, the resettlement missions, the redeemers to forfeit the cost?

Where are the arms open wide, the sympathetic souls, with compassion and concern?

And what about empathy, and the good Samaritans, ever willing to do a good turn?

Alas, we know the empty words, and the kind-hearted sentiments, are all lost in vain,

As the blight of humanity, is all tangled within the web, of disparagement and disdain.

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (June 2023)