They leave their homes <br />Unwillingly forced <br />And follow their fate <br />Through fields and trails <br />Massifs and woods <br />With all their goods <br />Love and hate <br />Mores and tales <br />All in bales <br />Carrying their own <br />Flesh and bones <br />Feet like stones <br />Their bodies and souls <br />Kids and crones <br />Torn by storms, <br />Rains and gales <br />Attacked by guns, <br />Helis and drones <br />No role to play <br />In games of peace <br />And deadly war <br />Not a word they say <br />But a question, <br />Why? What for? <br />While we yawn <br />Sitting at ease <br />In our climes <br />They leave their homes <br />And reside in camps <br />Strive for a living <br />Internally displaced and dead <br />Beg for a dropp of water <br />And a piece of bread! <br /> <br />(May 12,2009) <br /> <br />(*) Internally Displaced Persons (IDPs) is a neoteric terminology used in reference to those people who adopt refuge in their own countries due to any life threatening disturbance like fight between the extremists and security agencies or fight between the local millitant groups that results in catastrophic changes in their lives and they leave their homes due to anarchy in their respective area. (NAN)<br /><br />Naseer Ahmed Nasir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/internally-displaced-persons-idps/
