If I were a refugee
What a nice one I would be;
Not in need of gilding.
My traumas would be character building.
The wars that overturned my life;
Atrocities & endless strife
And persecution hateful,
Would have taught me to be grateful.
I'd have no breaking point at all.
Lock me up against a wall
And I would sit & wait
And smile & say 'no worries mate'.