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POLICY UNDER POLICE 

It’s 6 O’clock Pm East Africa Time 

Some Kenyans returned home 

And the camp turns into a prison 

Everyone heading to end up their missions 

On the other hand

We see some footballers 

In different fields

Playing and sadly, police fight 

Against passengers 

Who do nothing 

But pushing 

To get in the police car 

Some speak loudly 

Thief, thief, I can hear voices.

Jump the queue of the wall

Incidents come up 

People injured 

Nobody cares,

People lose money in this hardest case 

Nobody cares,

People lost their lives 

But nobody cares. 

Can someone please tell me the role 

The real role of the police?

Should they be a guardian?

Or should they be median ? 

I don’t have an answer 

Because I don’t actually understand 

For what will I stand for?

If my people are jailed?

For no reason.

If my people are mistreated?

For no reason.

For what will I speak up?

If humanitarian keep quiet?

For matters of their donors. 

For what will I show my face?

If international agencies keep secret?

Nobody cares.

People live under pressure 

In a place we assume to be safe

But still we feel to be in the same place like home.

In a place we assume to be protected 

We feel marginalized 

And unconsidered 

Living with unconscious police 

Who destroy humanity 

Who deny what’s right

Who add cases on you without faults 

Living in a county 

Where we tried to be family 

To local community 

But still, we are given names 

That discriminate 

Name that don’t give hope

We endure 

But do cannot not remain calm.

 

A REFUGEE WOMAN 

You want to know who she is?

She is a refugee woman

From more than fifteen countries 

Living in Turkana West, Kenya

In a semi-arid place where she has to look for firewood to get well cooked food 

She has to pass through rivers (lagga) and sometimes kidnapped, raped and harassed in her way.

She had to make a line to get water and sometimes she came without water.

She's living in pain and sorrows 

She traverses long-term depression and 

Her life has never been easy in the camp

She has to make a line to get medicines

She has to make a line to get food at the ration 

She has to be beaten while it's her right to be served 

She received four packets of cereal every two months while she's feeding her baby.

She's suffering, 

She lives with neither hope nor a future.

Once she's assisted with money 

She has to asked for percentages

She was named

A refugee woman.

Person dependable but treated like thieves 

Many people have different opinions on her 

But let me tell you the truth

A refugee woman 

She's like anyone else in other world

A woman who can do better than others 

Other women in the cornerstone of this painful universe

A woman who has never forgotten her ambition

Who has never left her mission

Which is to change the world.

A woman who has never disrespected someone's life

No matter what.

Her journey began 

In differential situations

War, conflicts, politics 

Which made her immigrates 

Where does she belong ?

At the right place like anyone else.

She deserves dignity.

Peace and love.

Let all try to support a refugee woman.