The refugee

Aspiration

The boat leaves the shore

Within they beckon for life

In search of much more

 

Anticipation

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

 

Assimilation

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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