Compared To Them I Am So Lucky

They know all about fear and heartbreak the oppressive warlords they fled
Many of their family and friends and relations in mass graves with the unremembered dead
In the refugee camps of the World there are millions of refugees
The victims of war and of famines they know of life's worst miseries
Compared to them i am so lucky though without reason i'm one who does complain
Though i've never been homeless or hungry or have never known of mental pain
Their life stories are of oppression the victims of torture and fear
They know about want and depression many of them have been homeless for many a year
Some of them travel in unseaworthy boats owned by people smugglers to unwelcoming Lands far away
In hopes for a better and a safer future what little money they do have they do pay
But few of them are successful in applying for asylum and are deported back to from where they fled
To be tortured and unlawfully imprisoned and die of beatings to the body and head
They know all about fear and heartbreak and about homelessness, hunger and poverty
Compared to them i am so lucky that is how it does seem to me.