From Bangladesh

THE TEARS OF REFUGEES

THE TEARS OF REFUGEES

His frail body, his soul so pure. One of many lives that have passed, one of many lives gone far too fast. Such a young boy filled with hopes and dreams, how was he to know what his faith would be? A faith decided by fellow human beings full of hate, anger and greed. A family fleeing for safety and peace. Their search for serenity to be short lived, A life needlessly stripped so quick. I pray his death was not in vain, I pray it awakens the human race, to what the world should be. A world full of love, peace and harmony.
The world is a chess board and the refugees are the chessman. They are being played are being deprived from all the human rights. but the change is not far. The “Allium flowers” are the sign of “prosperity and parity “they are the representation of humanity which is breaking, sprouting through the chess board. To “save the lives to name the lives”

By heya

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