R2P (Human Refugees)

R2P (Human Refugees)

Words and music by Abel Ashes, from the album Between the Droughts and the Floods, 2019

They say poverty is violence.
Well I’ve lived it, I should know.
I’ve been beaten. I’ve been hungry.
You should see the bills I owe.
Beaten in the name of Jesus Christ
When I went left and they went right.

Kicked out on the street when I was just a kid
Returned one punch and that was it.
Kicked out on the street when I was just a kid
I never gave up. I never gave in.

Tried hard to go to school.
Had to drop out in disgrace.
Sacrificed a better future
Just to feed my hungry face.

Worked so hard for little pay
Just to barely pay the rent.
Nothing left for food or bills
Feeling like a piece of shit.

So if you’re hating on these human refugees you’re hating on my human family.
If you’re hating on these human refugees, you’re hating on my human family.

Immigration laws kept me from my wife.
Stole four years from our life.
She went home, a short trip.
Said “Be safe.”. Kissed her lips.

She was in a car waiting at a light.
She was nearly killed her birthday night.
She was in a car, sister in the back
Sister in a coma, world painted black.

Left everything. I’m by her side.
She’s my joy. She’s my pride.
Stuck in a bed. Left paralyzed.
Green Card expired. Year’s gone by.

So if you’re hating on these human refugees you’re hating on my human family.
If you’re hating on these human refugees, you’re hating on my human family.

Sitting here on her hospital bed, TV news counting the dead.
Another boat sank out on the sea, migrants and refugees
Caravan lost out in the night trying to reach the borderline.
They’re running from poverty, torture, war, theocracy.
Some of them do not believe, some believe differently.
Running from savagery, running toward democracy.

Some of them LGBT lovers yearning to be free.
Running from a prison state or some demented Caliphate.
Running from MS-13, tyrants and mujaheddin.
Running from tragedy, organ trade and slavery.
Families with kids in tow. They left everything they own.
Holding babies while they cry, hands held up, held up high.
Holding babies while they cry, hands held up, held up high.

So if you’re hating on these human refugees you’re hating on my human family.
If you’re hating on these human refugees, you’re hating on my human family.

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