Love me, the displaced

Poem napowrimo day 8

This is a shout out to the displaced 
A form of love song your life would depend upon weren’t you displaced 

Disappointed by the world community
No there’s no time for luxury like this for the displaced

You’re killed, murdered until your spirit 
Splits. Like running for the boats that accept no displaced

Passengers are no Iggy nor Passenger
Your tear…