Refugees are poor and sad,
all that stuff makes them mad.
They don't have money or clothes,
if they do it all blows.
They don't want to make stress,
all they want is to be blessed.
Refugees try not to make fights,
since they are treated without human rights.
They have to move from country to country,
but some places dont give them an entry.
All they need is peace and quiet,
but all that fighting makes a riot.
Sometimes they risk their own lives,
for someone that could have died.
They are very nice,
but others treat them like mice.
So whenever you see a refugee,
don't be mean let them be.

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