Poor lost souls?

A Congregation of densely packed unfortunate lost souls

Sardined similar to a swarm of bothersome bees 

A desperate plight, to locate 
A safe havened goal

Yet no known destination
Admits to welcoming these

Poverty with unsanitized conditions
Scattered all around

Morbidly, desperation
Is regrettably resound

Such an overwheming
Pity of a sight

Not many is socially aware
Or contemplates their fight

Forced to flee, no choice at all
Gathering loved ones, children so small

Malnutrition obvious, not good
Only mere morsels of none nutrient food

Can I forcast in honesty, 
A remedy ahead
Gravely not I fear as a dripping tear is shed