The refugee


The boat leaves the shore

Within they beckon for life

In search of much more



The refuge smells foul

Masses of lost foreigners

Held slow in limbo


The wait is damning

So barren; no salvation

One must live in dreams



They stare as they walk

Differences they persist

They must, must, adapt


The tears keep burning

This new world is blasphemy

Drink down their sorrows


They must, must, embrace

Accept their new company 

Their saviours from high

The End

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