I know that man, you see,
Filled with grief and misery.
He was forced over the sea,
Like his fellowmen in the history.
While hidden in that boat of hope,
He has known the days of dark.
Journey taught him to cope,
If not, death indeed, without life's spark.
Landed on the shore of scope,
Only to wander from place to place.
He found no home to stop,
And to feel the warmth of an embrace.
After the days of march, he stopped indeed,
Only to realize that he need not flee.
Now he looks for opportunity to feed,
Embracing that he is a refugee.
No comments:
Post a Comment