Refugees Of Rancour

I see them
With forlorn features,
Forlorn from losses.
I see them,
Men,
Grief-stricken.
Women
With infants famished,
On their backs strapped.
Children
Clutching charred toys.
I see them
Set forth on forced exodus
From home to home.
I watch them
Look back at burnt abodes,
Places of worship burnt.
I watch them
Bath themselves with tears.
I behold,
Exodus
Of refugees of rancour.