Refugees

Once there lived a man, woman and child They tilled the land, cooked their food built their school and built their house. The birds and rivers sang as they danced, and they went to bed when the sun went down. Once there lived a man with his gun He thought the land, the food, the school and the house of other man, woman and child could be his with his gun He could not sleep and so he started shooting at the birds, the rivers and the stars He dreamed that all the land and all in it could be his with his gun. Then the man, the woman and the child in their own land, their house and their farm could not sleep on their bed, and could not listen anymore to the singing of the birds and rivers, for they had to leave, to leave in much hurry, that there was nothing at all they could carry. They walked and walked through the miles without sandals on their feet, searched for food and rested on the shades of the trees Their hearts began to dance in great delight as they, from a distance, could see some signs of life, of crowded communities, whom they thought could have bid them in for food, water and bed. But all the while, they were called strangers and must stay out of the borders. Until now the man, the woman, and the child keep on wandering from one land to another waiting to be invited to come in in a border when they can build their house, a school for their child where they can cook their food, dig a well and farm a piece of land.