Strangers In Own Land (R)- Ii

Way lost and starved Goes a wandering crowd, Walking unending miles On their feet proud, Deserted by all, Their dream coming to end, Proud still on God's three gifts: Head, heart, and hand, Pile of dreams still on head, Life wrapt as if in shroud, Way lost and starved, Goes a wandering crowd…. None fending for them And no one to defend, Poor them, getting stopped At each border land. On what until late They were all so proud, No more, lost in plight, Their cries getting loud, Trudging to way home That looks like abroad, Way lost, starved, There goes a wandering crowd. ________________________________________________ Happenings |05.06.2020| Topic: people, plight