The Refugee

Don’t talk to them of wrong and right
Who has or has not sinned
They scattered round a world in flight
Like leaves in a howling wind
From the burned out cities to the deserts
From sea to hostile sea
Beyond the point of no returning
We’ll see the refugee
They come with a suitcase and a dream
To live among the free
The wounded and the dispossessed
The broken family
Lights flicker from along a shoreline
A ship waits out at sea
To gather up its human cargo
And steal the refugee
The calendar the hour glass
The crown upon the king
The politics of no surrender
When they’ve taken everything
See the armies of the homeless
Flee from tyranny
Beyond the point of no returning
We’ll see the refugee