The refugee

The refugee

 

I’m not where I belong,

I’m from another country,

Fleeing war, persecution an misery.

 

I’m where I’d rather be,

Like it or not,

Poor and crafty.

 

You see an intruder

In your own country,

I see money and maybe, just maybe, a new life.

 

I dance like a gypsy,

Whirling in your angry mind,

To the sound of a faraway melody.

 

Would you ever

Go to my country?

See what’s left of it?

 

I’m not where I’m meant to be,

By necessity,

So go with the music!

Reviews

[Ruth]

So very heart wrenching - the point, as mentioned here in this articulate poem, being that has anyone bothered to look what state their own dwellings have been reduced to in order to make them flee? Very saddening and poignant piece Pennywriter...

[AJNJ]

Every man would flee the miseries of war and want, given the chance...Refugees are just people same as other people....everyone was a newcomer once...the planet is ours...there are no intruders...

[Sami Khalil]

Refugees get a bad rap from certain politicians. Those politicians can't win on their vision, character of plan for the country plus they have no solutions to others' causing the countries problems so they figured out to attack, demean and blame refugees for this and that. There are a lots of hardworking, smart and future driven refugees that can help a country with few bad apples. We have to give them a chance to excel and contribute and if they break the law, then punish them justly. You said much in the few sir.

[Paul Bell]

We're all refugees one way or the other.
Though, why anyone would come to freezing Britain is beyond me.
Ok, that's another train cancelled, leaving the country now.

[Pennywriter]

What's wrong with the English rainy weather sir?

[Paul Bell]

It's wet, and then it's wetter.

[Pennywriter]

Understood sir. Stay dry then.