Refugees

Who do you see when you look at their faces
Do you see your son
Your daughter
Your nephew
Your brother

Fat with hunger and smiling still
Do you see their color
Their tears
Their sores
Their death

To them life is an Indian-giver
Do you see the guns
The disease
The poverty
The nothingness

Covered in dirt and blood
Open wounds and hidden graves
Enemy to themselves
Involuntary volunteer to all else.