Today is that day, the day that carried
a desperate plight that since hasn’t died
Don't let the refugees know:
let's keep it all between us,
between the Government
and their fear.
Today is dead winter in your home land
that comes to visit you; a cross on your back
to return again the bombs
fallen on the roof of your childhood.
Today when the sun began with its shafts
to tell the story, so clear, so old,
of leaving home to seek a new one
your courage falls like a sword,
the rain my sore heart welcomes.