After the jungle burned

A twinge in the pit of the stomach
as tents and shelters went up in flames
refugees fleeing poverty and war
but when forced to go it is time to burn.

A case of hope deferred
as vultures gathered to watch
with their notebooks and pens,
as peoples homes melted before them.

And winter will soon be here
humans left to wander in confusion
with no permanent place to go
man-made victims simply abandoned.

Damned time, and time again
treated worse than animals
but all have names
this wave of humanity
treated with no compassion.

But they will keep on trying
even when doors are slammed
we must play our part
give them a huge welcome
instead of closing the borders
its time for them to be opened.