Displaced people displaced my people

So now they fight in the streets

A resistance up against a recognized government

There are so many voices begging for someone to listen

But you allow for their cries to fall upon deaf ears

My eyes widen at the growing number of deceased

Disappointment slithers its way from my stomach to my throat

Anger at the other parts of my inheritance begins to bubble

Displaced people displaced my people

Yet they have the support of the world