Borders

My little friends

When I saw you
I was heartbroken

I saw a dark curtain fell over my world as well 

I knew you little ones and big ones
Did not belong there on the borders of Burma

The world may see and you may believe
Only as lost, displaced, illegal
Each time I saw you, everyone with
The sweet soft stares
With defenseless demure innocent eyes
I could see where you should have been instead

If the world could not imagine it
Even with my tears and clouds
In my mind

I could clearly see your homeland

I could clearly hear
The church choirs
The Buddhist monasteries murmurs
The calls from the minarets of the mosques

I wish I could tell you
That peace may come one day
I wish I could promise you that all will be safe and everyone will be happy one day
Even though I could not be with all of you
Even if I would never hear from all of you
Wherever you may be
I will know
I will sense
That you are not lost
But the wrong was done to you so terribly and so savagely that you could not go home. 

You will never be unknown faces and unknown names of the displaced and orphaned little people. You have faces and you have names and you will not be forgotten. You could easily be back in your beautiful homeland if it is not for the military aggressions.