Refugee's pain

Imagine, right now, there was a country you could escape to.
A country where you could hug friends and go to the pub too.
A place where your grandparents would not be in danger.
With a good school for your kids, where you could shake hands with strangers.
A place where you could be assured a bed in a hospital if you were sick.
I'm sure most of you would choose to escape to that country pretty quick.

Then imagine that things were worse - a country at war
Guns echoing in the streets outside your door
Mines in the ground as danger unseen
Drones judging killers through tv screens
Then realise this reality is why people flee
And they would take on the label of "refugee"

This reality you want to flee from so badly?
They would accept this situation gladly
That's not to say you can't complain
Nor that you aren't allow to make exasperated exclaims

Just to let you realise, in your most scary situation.
Though it is painful, with little elation.
We will mostly get through this. Things will get better for us.
The same is not true for all Earth's populous

We are closer to them than ever before
So when this is over, do not slam your door

Take a chance for empathy, to really feel
And accept that a refugee's pain is real