A Homesick Refugee

Poem By Francis Duggan

So tall dark and lean looking and so light on his feet
One must feel were he so inclined he would make a great athlete
But in his mid to late thirties he's past his physical prime
And he like all the rest of us is losing out to time.

Homesickness it is hard to cure and harder to disguise
He has the look of sadness in his sad looking brown eyes
He fled from persecution from a Land beyond the sea
And he arrived here in a crowded boat this poor sad refugee.

To feel Homesick for your Homeland is such a natural thing
But unlike the migrant swallow he can't go home for the Spring
Fear for his life that brought him here and here he's destined to stay
And here in the Homeland of the roo perhaps his bones will lay.

So many more are like him in the bigger World out there
People who want to stay at home but are forced to live elsewhere
To be different in his Homeland is a punishable crime
And why say he is lucky if he feels homesick most of the time.

So tall and athletic looking the tribesman from far away
'Twas circumstance that brought him here in that he had no say
At least of the fear of persecution he now is living free
But one can only feel for him a homesick refugee.

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