They come broken, frail and disgraced.
They come with no dignity
as they have no self-reliance capabilities.
They come isolated, afraid and timid
to start a fresh in this new land.
UHHR, a trauma haven comes in handy;
welcomes, rehabilitates, provides therapy
and many more endlessly facilities
till refugees and asylees become calm,
gain self-control and learn to face life again.
This is a sanctuary for sobs, moans and wails
depending on individual state of psyche
for their pain is right underneath the surface
and relived every time they tell their ugly stories
or a reminder of sorts comes around
and will live with them
so long as they are above the ground
as it is only possible to heal slowly
but not forget.
Rehabilitation helps them pick up the pieces
to enable them get involved in cultural activities:
creativity, art, dance, song, play, cuisine and dressing.
Some become volunteers, translators;
others teach would be visitors to their former nations
their national languages or mother tongues.
They learn English language if they don’t know it
in order to get immersed in the new communities.
They train, get employed and gain their dignity back.
A shoulder to cry on is the staff of this institution
without shading a tear however sad or bad
for if the therapists become vulnerable
then who would console who!
The pains vary from physical to mental or both
and attention is to all regardless of weightiness
for ignoring is haunting and devastating.
They sign for the jobs as a calling
knowing how patient they must be
lest they become failures to the wounds
gaping at them every day they report on duty.
Moral support to court they provide
and arrangements to medical care they make
for they deal with people who know no direction
in this new home of development
as most emanate from less advancement
and with language barriers
the problems become compounded.