The Outcast: A Refugee’s plea
By Alshaad Kara
With hell fire barking the logs out of the city,
We keep running here and there
To save the skin of our remaining flesh.
Dignity is thrown into that blazing wind,
Only as salvation the sacrifice of the scapegoats
To be inflicted with miseries.
Tiredness is not even a compulsory acquisition,
It leaks the remaining strength to evade further…
The enemies do not understand humanity,
As their aim shatters their own specimen.
Tears run shameful,
And screams are left unheard,
Erasing the truth from history,
As an unheard piece of the world’s map.
The secrets that are left buried,
Are the skeletons that are left preserved
By the untold presence of their souls,
Speaking solely for the injustice behold.
Bio: Alshaad Kara is a Mauritian poet who writes from his heart. He won the 2nd Prix TB at the 2026 18e concours Gens du monde (People of the World Contest). His latest poems were published in Caractère and Poetry Planetariat.
Author’s Note: My inspiration for “The Outcast: A Refugee’s Plea” is a vivid picture of how refugees have to brace through turmoil and disturbing conditions. I have tried to incorporate refugees from medieval times and those erased and found by archaeologists, as well as those of the present.
