The Refugee

The refugee, The word strikes as a bell Tolled, The word The refugee, The refugee, Say you, who is this refugee, Who has made him a refugee, Say you? Shelterless, Without any refuge, Lie they Passing the nights Under the canopy of the skies, The refugee, The refugee, But who is responsible for Their deplorable condition, Who, Who is it? Driven from their own lands, Native homes and places, They are outsiders In others'places, Other than their surrounds, In the new land found And adopted homes, But the memories still keep weakening The refugee, The refugee.