They stride through the mythic Darién, burdened and worn,
Ghosts of the exiled, tattered and torn.
Fleeing a storm that was never their own,
Yet bound by silence, their fates overthrown.
Stripped of identity and location, devoid of reason and resistance, 
A detainee in disguise of a place, shadow of a loved one’s embrace.
 

A quarter of a million– conspired to be gone,
Vanished, displaced— lost and withdrawn.
U.S. sanctions and the early 2000s shale boom,
Stagnant wages paint a future of gloom.
Chávez’s shadow, a heavy grip, a tightening hand, haunts their home,
Eight million souls, stripped of roots now forced to roam.

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As supplies and monetary aid continue to deplete, 
And helpless victims continue to retreat, 
It is upon you to sever the roots of the monetary storm,
Unthreading the delimma, breaking the fianancial norm.
With hopes of saving the innocent from the Carasas' rage.

With hopes to ink the end of this barbaric age, we present to you the first committee to be stimulated

at SAJMUN’25- The United Nations Human Rights Council-

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Agenda: Deliberation upon the systemic abuse and non-refoulement in the Darién Gap

with special emphasis on the issue of arbitrary detention and hyperinflation

in the Venezuelan crisis.
 

This May,
Join hands as unsolicited atrocities transcend.
This May,
Forge paths where innocent sufferings should end.