Refugee Girl

One day I saw a little girl cry,

in response to this I asked why?

She said the world is too dark.

This to me seemed an odd remark.

I asked again why she was sad,

she said the world had gone bad.

I asked again why she had no shoe.

She replied that she lost it too.

This time I asked her how I could help

She said bring back Mummy,

my home

and friends.