All those who dream
They are in Sicily or Berlin?
All those who live
They work for a London firm
or beg for asylum in Mytilene?
              They climb on buses,ships,                    trains and trucks

Along with the unemployed,

the tourists,kids and lieutenants

Under the rain,under the heat

Within the mud,with no sleep

They are heading

They are heading

To a Terminal,

To a Port,

      To a Friendly Door....

Oh God! Cruelty has a Human Face,
But you placed into Thy Hands of
This World down here,so much Grace.






    Very true LYSI "Where oppression and indifference (to the poor & needy) abounds ~ There does GRACE much more abound. The media only reports the problems it does not highlight the solutions. It preaches BAD NEWS (refugees drowning in the Med.etc) It ignores the good news about Communities (including my own) all over the World who are offering Asylum and TLC. Thanks for caring ~ BRIAN

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